|
All the way across the southern pacific |
|
Lost out on some brazilian plain |
|
The lady runs like a river |
|
The lady she runs just like a hurricane |
|
And it fascinates me |
|
When she comes into the light |
|
It fascinates me |
|
She hides when she must stay out of sight |
|
And as the evening goes down |
|
And the village it sleeps just like a child till dawn |
|
And there she sits by her candles |
|
She paints and she dreams until reality is gone |
|
There's no reasons to fear for the future |
|
No chances to dream about the past |
|
Quiet suburbia now it has gone |
|
And your freedom well it has come at last |