Artist: china crisis
Song: when the piper calls
Water drenched people
Take me in from the rain
To a warm kind of heaven
Where it's shining again
I've seen some faces
Some old and some grey
But just like water
I let them slip away
And if I tumble
And if I tumble
When morning comes
I harvest my thoughts
They spread like plague
I hear them call
The bread in our mouths
The dirt on our hands
When she calls
And if I tumble
And if I tumble
I found a silent dream
And heald it for a day
But just like water
I let it slip away
When morning comes
I harvest my thoughts
They spread like plague
I hear them call
