Besedila: Sarah McLachlan. Touch. Steaming.

You're always waiting on the tide
It's time you decide
I've walked down long roads
That seem to have no end at all

You never wanted time to end
To let my life offend
It's time to realize what hides
Deep inside your holy eyes

Hold on tight, hold on fast
This ain't the kind that always lasts
If you want me to go
Just ask me to go, I'll go

All the way my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Run away my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Over the hills and right on through you

Lying awake in these restless dreams
Life's never what it seems
I always tried to read your eyes
To get inside that scornful mind

Hold on tight, hold on fast
This ain't the kind that always lasts
If you want me to go
Just ask me to go, I'll go

All the way my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Run away my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Over the hills and right on through you

I was with you on that pallet steaming
Spinning 'round in circles dreaming
I was with you on that pallet steaming
Running 'round in circles screaming

All the way my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Run away my love
Over the hills and right on through you
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