Jack Bruce
Without a Word
Without a wordThe time is mistThe branches twist against the sunThe leaves that leftHad to runWithout a wordWithout a wordWithout a wordBetween the twoI'm losing you, losing youIn proud paradesThe plans we laidWe can't get throughWithout a wordWithout a wordWithout a wordTo say what's yoursI'm losing you, losing youIn racing streets, where ends don't meetTomorrow's trainHas closed it's doorsWithout a wordWithout a word
From Letras Mania