Bel Canto
Dewy Fields
Come Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind So very little time So very little hope But you're looking for someone While the rain is falling down Looking, seeking, you're searching for someone You're crossing dewy fields You're walking in the woods There's someone catching up There's someone watching over you Keeping secrets my precious thing Your treasure is Your enemy
From Letras Mania