2 acessos
G# F# G# F# G# F# G# And what you found was gold, as black as dried blood F# G# F# E The taste was oh so sweet, well one loves to love F# E The whole idea seems unfit to rule, F# G# But it's always that way G# F# G# F# G# So supple sprouts take aim at a coincidental sun F# G# F# E And careful hands tie their knots, in yarn until the dawn F# E No island, deserted land F# G# A heartless empire from F# G# What to want! F# G# [whistling/instrumental] E F# E Those who search, search by themselves F# E Leaving nothing to gain F# E Cast like stones into the night F# D We are one and the same