Текст песни Edina - Live - Blue Rose Code

The last kiss of summer on the lips of the year
My clock chimes twelve, the dogs lie still and I fear
That I lose myself while my hands are tied and bound
I know now it's happening
Have I lived my life with no lesson learned at all?
And did I miss the starting gun? No, I don't know

In the antiseptic hours when the light shines in
I know now it's happening

From the corner of the Western Isles
To the peak of the Antipodes
We're marching to the silent drums
Listen, can you hear them?

Where the dew-laced cobwebs decorate the frail day in a fresh dawn
And the long dark night's in the
Chimney rife with the news of the season
Where the endless numbered days end in melody

Lover, do you believe?

From the sun rising in the east
To the dawn across the Hebrides
We're marching to the silent drums
Listen, can you hear them?

From the corner of the Western Isles
To the peak of the Antipodes
We're marching to the silent drums

From the corner of the Western Isles
To the peak of the Antipodes
We're marching to the silent drums
Listen, can you hear them?

From the sun rising in the east
To the dawn across the Hebrides