Contactez-nous

• Artiste: David Wilcox
• Titre: The Kid
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I'm the kid who ran away with the circus Now I'm watering elephants But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust Dreaming I'm in a suit of light Late at night in the empty big top I'm all alone on the high wire Ladies and gentlemen, there is no net this time He's a real death defier I'm the kid who always looked out the window Failing the tests in geography But I have seen things far beyond just this schoolyard Distant shores of exotic lands There's the spires of the Turkish empire Six months since we made landfall Riding low with the spices of India Through Gibralter, we're rich men all I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers Always held out that time would tell Time was talking Guess I just wasn't listening No surprise, if you know me well As we're walking down toward the train station I hear a whispering rainfall Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine In the distance the train's last call I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming That sometimes gets me in trouble too But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming Than I could make them all come true