Besedila: Doves. Kingdom Of Rust.

I hear a sound, a sound above my head
Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor

Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers
I'll pack my bags thinking of one of those hours with you
Waiting for you

My God it takes an ocean of trust
In the kingdom of rust

I long to feel some beauty in my heart
As I go searching right to the start

The road back to Preston was jutted out in snow
As I went looking for that stolen heart for you
Waiting for you

My God it takes an ocean of trust, it takes an effort it does
My God it takes an ocean of trust
It's in the kingdom of rust
Oh, in the kingdom of rust

I long to feel that wince in my heart
As I went looking I couldn't stop
Now I'm waiting for you

Yes, it does
I know it takes an ocean of trust
In the kingdom of rust