Tekst piosenki
Sometimes I wonder how I got mixed up with you You just cannot comprehend the things that I do The truth is so fragile, the ties are so true Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew So now you're asking what is this mystery And all these questions, ancient history Sometimes I wonder what is left to be said If I'm consumed and fading will the children be fed?The roof is always creaking, the stone has been bled You say I'm just existing and you leave me for dead Sometimes I can see your love is a sled Sliding down the slopes that will lead to your bed Some of us are white, some of us are red Some have got these visions going 'round in our heads As you go just blow a kiss to me And as it falls, ancient history Sometimes a joke can get out of hand Laughing like a conqueror in a new land Convinced down to his buttons this was how it was planned He turns his back on ruins, that were nothing but sand Crossing your Alps the ice and cold blister me And all the rest, ancient history
