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Peter von Poehl - WOMBARA Lyrics



Peter von Poehl - WOMBARA Lyrics




The winter show was right on time,
Windy days on a cliff.
They were waiting by the shore
Frozen figures in the dark.

I'm a thousand miles away
From that old midsummer day,
I'm diving in the cold night,
There's no warning light in Wombara.

I heard one song for two birds
When spring came around.
The gravediggers laughed at dawn
Playing chess with the buds

I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things i had to say.
The sandman rings a bell
But the ocean never sleeps in Wombara.

Thunder always lasts too long
For the ones you can't find.
In the summer i recalled
A lantern crown near a child.

I'm a thousand miles away
A bit up north of jarvis bay.
The storm won't blow away
The sunday blues they sing in Wombara.

A hole in the wall was the final stop,
An old photograph
Gone in the lost and found.

I have never been too scared
Of leaves on the ground.
Take me a few steps to the left
And i could rest a while.

I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things i had to say.
Flowers grow next to the whitest stone right here in wombara.
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The winter show was right on time,
Windy days on a cliff.
They were waiting by the shore
Frozen figures in the dark.

I'm a thousand miles away
From that old midsummer day,
I'm diving in the cold night,
There's no warning light in Wombara.

I heard one song for two birds
When spring came around.
The gravediggers laughed at dawn
Playing chess with the buds

I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things i had to say.
The sandman rings a bell
But the ocean never sleeps in Wombara.

Thunder always lasts too long
For the ones you can't find.
In the summer i recalled
A lantern crown near a child.

I'm a thousand miles away
A bit up north of jarvis bay.
The storm won't blow away
The sunday blues they sing in Wombara.

A hole in the wall was the final stop,
An old photograph
Gone in the lost and found.

I have never been too scared
Of leaves on the ground.
Take me a few steps to the left
And i could rest a while.

I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things i had to say.
Flowers grow next to the whitest stone right here in wombara.
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Writer: Maria MODIANO, Peter VON POEHL
Copyright: Lyrics © NAIVE, LILI LOUISE MUSIQUE




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