Capo 3 I was door was so small I saw rainclouds, little babies And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground I saw sinners making music I've dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound I was walking far from home But I carried your letters all the while I saw lovers in a window Whisper, "Want me like time, want me like time" I saw sickness, blooming fruit trees I saw blood and a bit of it was mine I saw children in a river But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry I was walk (azchords.com)
