Makeshift Wings

Grape Drink And The Wooden Pistol
So Let's take it slow, who knowswhen we will get there?And if wewill get there at all..Let'splay a game of cards, so we cantake our minds off this mess, wecan take our minds of thismessYou'd better mind your ownbusinessYou'd better pray to godthat he doesn't take us outWithno direction, where will we go inthe meantime? Harbouring thesethoughtsNow that the dream isdone, how could you say, I didn'tlove this?Now that the dream isdone, how could you say, we didn'tlove this?SongtexteSo tell me, tell medo you really want to followsuit?And tell me, tell mebaby...Now that the dream isdone, how could you say, I didn'tlove this?Now that the dream isdone, how could you say, we didn'tlove this at all? Aus Songtexte Mania