If you could see the morning light Coming through this winter sky So the mystery unfolds When the black turns into gold Long time ago I had a friend Who told me nothing matters Then she says âWell then again, life's no laughing matterâ Look at all the crazy people Running in the dark against the light Look at all the crazy people I wonder what goes on inside their minds I think of you like no one else Like a wayward daughter So it seems I had to go Blood can run like water Look at all the crazy people Running in the dark against the light Look at all the crazy people I wonder what goes on inside their minds If you could see the morning light Coming through this winter sky And so the mystery unfolds When the black turns into gold
Compositor: Maria Isabel de Almeida Costa Vaz Monteiro (Vaz Monteiro Maria Isabel de Almeida Costa) ECAD: Obra #464200