hear a sound, a sound above my head
Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor
Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers
I'll pack my bags
Thinking of one of those hours
With you, waiting for you
My God, it takes an ocean of trust
In the Kingdom of Rust
I long to feel some beauty in my heart
As I go searching, right to the start
The road back to Preston
Was jutted out in snow
As I went looking for that stolen heart
For you, waiting for you
My God, it takes an ocean of trust
Takes an effort it does
My god, it takes an ocean of trust
It's in the Kingdom of Rust
I long to feel that wince in my heart
As I went looking
I couldn't stop
Now I'm waiting for you
Я слышу звук, звук над моей головой,
Удаленный звук грома, надвигающийся со стороны болота.
Чёрные дрозды летают внутри и собираются у холодных башен,
Я соберу вещи,
Думая об одном из тех часов,
С тобой, в ожидании тебя.
Бог мой, это требует океана доверия
В ржавом королевстве.
Я жажду ощутить красоту в сердце
И иду искать к истокам.
Дорога обратно к Престону
Была завалена снегом,
Когда я шёл искать украденное сердце
Для тебя, в ожидании тебя.
Бог мой, это требует океана доверия
Требует усилия,
Бог мой, это требует океана доверия
В ржавом королевстве.
Я жажду ощутить дрожь в сердце,
Когда я отправился на поиски,
Я не мог остановиться,
Теперь я жду тебя.
hear a sound, a sound above my head
Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor
Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers
I'll pack my bags
Thinking of one of those hours
With you, waiting for you
My God, it takes an ocean of trust
In the Kingdom of Rust
I long to feel some beauty in my heart
As I go searching, right to the start
The road back to Preston
Was jutted out in snow
As I went looking for that stolen heart
For you, waiting for you
My God, it takes an ocean of trust
Takes an effort it does
My god, it takes an ocean of trust
It's in the Kingdom of Rust
I long to feel that wince in my heart
As I went looking
I couldn't stop
Now I'm waiting for you
I hear a sound, a sound above my head ,
Distant sound of thunder, looming from the swamp.
Blackbirds flying in and going from cold towers,
I gather things
Thinking about one of those hours
With you, waiting for you .
My God, it requires trust ocean
In rusty kingdom.
I yearn to feel the beauty in the heart of
And going to look to the roots .
The road back to Preston
Was inundated with snow,
When I went to look for stolen heart
For you , waiting for you .
My God, it requires trust ocean
Requires effort ,
My God, it requires trust ocean
In rusty kingdom.
I yearn to feel the trembling heart,
When I went on a quest
I could not stop ,
Now I 'm waiting for you .
