I dreamed I heard that you were dead I dreamed I searched an empty bed For a sign of you And the sea called hard to me Like a cell without a key And I felt the distance I watched the tall ships go With the drift wood on the flow With pride that grows in hardship And I knew you were below
I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit And walked into the heart of it While the sea gulls cry I know how to feel that call It never suited me at all But some are born to it And you seemed so bright and hard Like a bloody edge of sword But if you're an enemy Then you look a lot like me
I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp In a black boat You spoke to me of things Of the shame that years will bring And I felt your hand shake Though you always seemed so hard Now I never see the sword And I find the enemy Has to feel the same as me
I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me
Compositores: Anthony Earl Butler (Butler Tony) (PRS), Bruce William Watson (Watson Bruce) (PRS), Mark Brzezicki (Big Country) (PRS), William Stuart Adamson (Adamson Stuart) (PRS)Editor: Big Country MusicPublicado em 2014ECAD verificado obra #11115747 e fonograma #13070389 em 22/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM