The Whistle Song — текст песни (P.J. Olsson)

I can count angels flying on by
I can count clouds now flying the sky
I can count the bad things good
And now blue
Swans are flying
And I`ve got to get used to

Get yourself off
Take a left at Verdugo
I`ll be there as soon as I can
Look inside me or in your evil
Turn at the red gate
I`m waiting for you

(Chorus)
You`re tearing me apart my friend
Bringing me down
Over and over again
You hurt my soul
And you wreck my world
Bringing me down over a friend
Get yourself off
Get yourself off
I`ll be there just as soon as I can

You`re tearing me apart my friend
Bringing me down
Over and over again
You hurt my soul
And you wreck my world
Bringing me down over a friend

Hold, hold your dreams up high
Shoot into space and glorify
The need for everything that`s round
It takes me on down
You`re tearing me apart my friend

Bringing me down
Over and over again
You hurt my soul
And you wreck my world
Bringing me down over a friend

(Chorus out...)