The Vanishing Race

sun, i can't slow you down run, build on sacred ground all of the leavesd have blown away ghosts on a distant highway in a vanishing race sleep, if your eyes must close weep, over a poisoned rose soon all the tears will blow away dust on a distant hi

i'll be thinking of you air supply when the sun sets on the ocean when the yellow touches the blue when your heart begins to open i'll be so close to you when you're dreaming and i hold you remember that dream will come true when you wake up and you