Take me under, take me under your wing Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings You can hear her hunger crying out
A sonic echo that leaves no room for doubt
Call the shots, Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Are we all part of a bigger plan Call the shots bring it back to what it's not
Deepest oceans they can't portray enough Empty spaces turn to rust and dust There's no wonder left for us to love No warmth or shelter just satellites above
Call the shots, Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Are we all part of a bigger plan Call the shots bring it back to what it's not
************************************************ Возьми меня, возьми меня под крыло, Слышны раскаты грома и пение дикой птицы. Ты можешь услышать вопль её голода, Акустическое эхо не оставляет места для сомнений. Отдай приказ, Верни всё то, чего нет сейчас. Сделай ход, Сделай то, что мы делаем, Когда мир плачет в наших ладонях. Являемся ли мы частью большего замысла? Отдай приказ, верни всё то, чего сейчас нет. Самые глубокие океаны не могут отобразит Пустые пространства превращаются в ржавчину и пыль. Не осталось чуда, которое мы могли бы любить, Нет тепла и пристанища, лишь спутники над головой. Отдай приказ, Верни всё то, чего нет сейчас. Сделай ход, Сделай то, что мы делаем, Когда мир плачет в наших ладонях. Являемся ли мы частью большего замысла? Отдай приказ, верни всё то, чего сейчас нет. Take me under Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings You can hear her hunger crying out
A sonic echo that leaves no room for doubt
Call the shots, Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Bigger plan Call the shots bring it back
Deepest oceans they can't portray enough Empty spaces I love you No warmth or shelter just satellites above
Call the shots, Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Bigger plan Call the shots bring it back
************************************************ Take me, take me under the wing, Peals of thunder and singing of a wild bird are heard. You can hear the cry of her hunger Acoustic echo leaves no room for doubt. Give the order Return all that is not now. Make a move Do what we do When the world cries in our palms. Are we part of a larger idea? Give the order, return all that which is not now. The deepest oceans cannot display Empty spaces turn to rust and dust. There is no miracle we could love There is no heat and shelter, only satellites overhead. Give the order Return all that is not now. Make a move Do what we do When the world cries in our palms. Are we part of a larger idea? Give the order, return all that which is not now.