mercoledì 8 marzo 2017

Christopher Cross




Well, it's not far down to paradise, 
at least it's not for me
and if the wind is right you can sail away and 
find tranquility. 
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me. 

It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
and if the wind is right you can find the 
joy of innocence again.
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me. 

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard 
it could be.
Just a dream and the wind to carry me 
and soon I will be free 

Fantasy, it gets the best of me 
when I'm sailing .
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony,
won't you believe me? 

Well it's not far back to sanity, 
at least it's not for me 
and if the wind is right you can sail away and 
find serenity. 
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me. 


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