Paroles de Big City Sundays
Birds on the wind, we are the lost generationwe have to go breaking the hearts of a nation
oh, but I´m fine, this city´s ok, this is my time
I´m finding my way is this brave new world
but there´s one thing
Here on a Sunday it´s always the same
the streets are deserted, just me and the rain
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom
birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in
oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land
that´s losing its way, like a ship adrift on the ocean
Here on a Sunday it´s always the same
the streets are deserted, just me and the rain
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
Home where my heart is
home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside
and to be with my friends
how I long for that feeling again
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
dreaming of home
the streets are deserted, just me and the rain
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom
birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in
oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land
that´s losing its way, like a ship adrift on the ocean
Here on a Sunday it´s always the same
the streets are deserted, just me and the rain
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
Home where my heart is
home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside
and to be with my friends
how I long for that feeling again
on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone
I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home
dreaming of home
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