Letra da Música: Wakeman's Air - Chavez

I'm not sure about the air
don't lay low
stop this cold
the hour is short to feed the tongue into the fold
hide these hours, hide these hours until you're waiting for the ropes to split
hiding on the maiden ship
and you caught the crowd and went over after them
wait in your wake
no one's in your wake

waiting for the ropes to split
hiding on the maiden ship
and you caught the crowd and went over after them
wait in your wake
no one's in your wake