Besedila: Tori Amos. Little Earthquakes. China.

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China all the way to New York.
I can feel the distance getting close.
You're right next to me, but, I need an airplane.
I can feel the distance as you breathe.

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you.
Well, how can I, when you build the Great Wall around you?
In your eyes I saw a future together.
Oh, you just look away in the distance.


China decorates our table. Funny, how the cracks don't seem to show.
Pour the wine, dear. You say we'll take a holiday.
But, we never can agree on where to go.


An sometimes I think you want me to touch you.
Well how can I, when you build the Great Wall around you?
In your eyes I saw a future together.
Oh, you just look away in the distance.


Hi die die hi die die die die...
Ah ah ah ah ha ha...
Hi die die die die die die die...
(Ha ah ha ah ha, ha ah,)
Hi-die die die die die die die...
(Ah ah ha... ha ah...)


China all the way to New York, maybe you got lost in Mexico.
You're right next to me, I think that you can hear me.
Funny, how the distance learns to grow.


An sometimes I think you want me to touch you.
How can I, when you build the Great Wall around you?
Hi die, ya da da da die die.
I can feel the distance, I can feel the distance,
I can feel the distance getting... close...