Vertaling: Kate Bush. Army Onskuldig.
it becomes In his hands: Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Lines like these have got to be An architect?s dream
up, My face is all lit up. If they find me racing white horses, They'll not take me for a buoy. Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep. "Attention
dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of all that Army dreamers, Army dreamers, Army dreamers, oh... ("B.F.P.O.") Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... Army dreamers
lit up, My face is all lit up. If they find me racing white horses, They'll not take me for a buoy. Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep. "
even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of all that Army dreamers, Army dreamers, Army dreamers