Текст, перевод и аккорды “Common Ground”
- These are not dispassionate words of the cool The headline still rules the editors a fool Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse And leave us stranded here tomorrow I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart From the towns of cement and the beauty A whisper its turned howl, man he didnt know He was standing waiting for tomorrow Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground I could never figure the calendars flow Nor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blows But were ready from within and were starting to go Away from the place of no tomorrow Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground Nothings left, (? ? ? ) I see there must be some common ground Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace And the hook goes early and the critic is king Its hard to stay human and stand in the ring Theres no time to be absent, a clown or a fool While shylock is smiling were loaded like mules If we surrender ourself to industrial rules Well wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow Now Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground Nothings left, somethings found, can we see some common ground
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