The Dying Of The Light letra
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The Dying Of The Light lyrics
I keep on running but I can't get to the mountain
Behind me lie the years that I've mis-spent
And I've been sinking like a flower in the fountain
When all the love I'm gonna need is heaven sent
Gonna try my best to get there
But I can't afford the bus fare
And the storm that's rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry
And I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And that will be no time for getting old when we were young
It's alright, if you dance with me tonight
We'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun
Woke up steepling on a train that was bound for nowhere
The echoes that I could hear were all my own
The world had turned and I'd become a stranger
I'm tired of watching all the flowers turn to stone
'Cause I try my best to get there
But I can't afford the bus fare
And the storm that's rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry
And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on in the winter
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me wanna, makes me wanna cry
I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And that will be no time for getting old when we were young
It's alright, if you dance with me tonight
We'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun
Gonna try my best to get there
But I can't afford the bus fare
And the storm that's rolling over
Man, it makes me wanna cry
And I was told
The streets were paved with gold
And that will be no time for getting old when we were young
It's alright, if you dance with me tonight
We'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun
And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on in the winter
Man, it makes me wanna cry
And the cold against my shoulder
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me wanna, makes me wanna cry
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The Dying Of The Light est une chanson interprétée par Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds