Well it seems I lost a bet When I was just a boy These trees, they wrapped around me And I couldn't touch the floor Well I suppose if I had everything And everything had me Then I would be a dreamer But dreams don't mean a thing
But I'm forced to hear a whisper Blowing with the wind If all I could do is witness Then I would be a king
Now we're all wrapped up in stories Some stories never get told This one it feels like a movie A movie that I can't control So far I've been tempted By silver plated dreams I've been such a fool for colours Now I can't see a thing
But I'm forced to hear a whisper Frozen in the wind If all I could do is witness Then I would be a king
Compositores: Benjamin Michael Fletcher (Benjamin Fletcher) (PRS), Thomas Arthur Edward Higham (Tom Higham) (PRS)Editor: Black Butter Music Publishing LtdAdministração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #17995155 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM