Lyrics Air – Don’t Be Light
Text:
Don’t be light
Don’t be light
Maybe like me
Don’t be light
Wild life
The grey surprises of our days
Singing in caves
Fabricating a new abandon
We don’t see the master’ hand
We bang on gold tamourines
In the cross hairs of some transient gun
Trading desires on the banquet line
La la la la
The grey surprises of our days
Singing in caves
Fabricating a new abandon
We don’t see the master’ hand
We bang on gold tamourines
In the cross hairs of some transient gun
Trading desires on the banquet line
La la la la
