Oh hell, trouble is coming, Out here in panic and alarm, Black shapes gather in the distance, Looks like it won't take long, The first drops land on the window, The first sign that there's something wrong, Light rain and a head full of thunder, Which way, which way?
Two days till I get to you, I'll be late if I ever get through, Where I go there'll be no kind welcome, Coming down upon me.
Time will keep me warm, feel my face, And now the insects swarm in the Lowlands, Fear will take the place of desire, And we will fan the flames on high. Try for heaven's sake.
The sky fell underneath a blanket, The sun sank as the miles went by, Sit back, your head on the pillow, When you remember it makes you cry, Ghost cars on the freeway, Like the friends that you thought you had, One by one they're disappearing
Time will keep me warm, feel my face And now the insects swarm in the Lowlands, Fear will take the place of desire, And we will fan the flames on high.
From on high.....
---------------------- Thanks to (Goldfishrock) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 30, 2008
Alessandro Mara lyrics