Chapels

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again
Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves
They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace
And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

And the chapels I know are warm and inside
Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define
So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you
Could lead me through

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again
Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves
They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace
And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

What's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All the colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship
But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship
But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own

And the chapels I know are warm and inside
Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define
So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you
Could lead me through

Enviado por: Daiane Montt