Bm A Bm A
Up on the high, high hills with my floating friend
Bm A G A
Watching all the silver no one can ever spend
Bm A Bm A
I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase
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These footprints I followed though they followed my every pace
Bm A Bm A Bm A G A
Days, days, days be more than all we have
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No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream
Bm A G A
I'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream
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Days, days, days be more than all we have
Bm A Bm A Bm A
Days, days, days …………..
Composição de Richard Lloyd/Tom Verlaine