Volume (исполнитель: тревор холл)
[bad word] down but he holds the mountain, Blue like sky, can you tell me why he sports him this way a child at play open up my lips but whats there to [bad word] play [bad word] play as the [bad word] down as the [bad word] through as [bad word] through the field with all [bad word] this is the scene of the most enchanted I am a [bad word] fool, [bad word] off the love that holds up the moon [bad word] off the love that binds me and you to the most high Just close your eyes and hold me No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken [bad word] when I turn down the Volume Time [bad word] to speak of this love spread your wings of your song and soul to maintain internal heights above close your eyes and feel it unfold [bad word] like a river from the highest mountain drink from the fountain and stop your counting what kind of wine does he have in his tavern oh so enchanted and sing like a mad man mad with the love of a wife for her husband child or mother, sister or brother rain and the thunder the rain and the thunder sing for the most high sing for no other we are all notes in this eternal song God play his flute and we all dance along Just close your eyes and hold me No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken [bad word] when I turn down the Volume Hold up the sky, no asking why How can we know if we don't even try Hold up the sky, no asking why How can we know if we don't even try Just close your eyes and hold me No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken [bad word] when I turn down the Volume