Прото, мета, квази


In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep
from the mountains of faith to a river so deep         
I must be looking for something something sacred I lost            
But the river is wide and it's too hard to cross

And even thought I knew the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep
Through the  valley of fear to a river so deep
And I've been searching for something taken away of my soul
Something I would never lose something somebody stole

I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for

In the middle of the night  I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt to a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something something so undefined
That it only can be seen by the eyes of a blind
In the middle of the night

I'm not sure about life after this
god knows I've never been a spiritual man
Babtized by the fire, I wade into the river
That turns to be the promised land

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth to a river so deep
We're all land in the ocean we all start in the streams
We're all carried along by the river of dreams
In the middle of the night



@музыка: Billy Joel - The river of the dreams

@настроение: будет день - будут песни)

@темы: памятности, песенности, приятности