Тексты песен Tom Cochrane

Tilting at windmills on a downtown street O the big grey landscape has lost it's sheep She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat Looking for a little fame This ain't no oliver twist - no miste

I was choking on attemtped laughter As I looked up from the room A symphony of breezes caught me Drifting around my tomb Watching to see if they knew me With my faceless intruders pride And even with

I can't sleep The world's closing in I reach for someone You're not there We say things Sometimes we never mean Who's to say what is and is not fair Turn out the light CHORUS: Hold tight! The seasons

Change your eyes, your shoes, your hair Be an island, I don't care Not depending on what others think Change your plans, your style, your flair I'd know you anywhere Not depending on what others think