Тексты песен Colin Blunstone

Sunday at six when they close both the gates A widowed pair Still sitting there Wonder if they're late for church And it's cold, so they fasten up their coates And cross the grass, they're always last

WONDERFUL Argent-White I can see the bright line of the runway lights shine Coming on the night flight from out the sky Sitting here in silver wings, hear the engines thundering Hanging here so easily