England Air
Gently, into the night,
Only the moon light showing.
Closely, you follow my lead,
But I don’t know where I’m going.
The cool England Air,
Leads me to the river.
Where the water tastes like wine,
Bath in her and stay drunk all the time.
I’m waiting for something,
I’m waiting for something.
My fortune is not clear,
And the wind has changed direction.
Need to disappear,
Try to avoid detection
I’m standing by the window,
Where the light is strong.
Waiting for a signal,
That something’s wrong, something’s wrong.
I’m waiting for something,
I’m waiting for something.
I love the river and her gentle ways,
Don’t be fooled by the lines on her face.
She wash the blood from my hands and the tears from my eyes,
Come back to me through a hole in the sky.