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Teksty: Asia. Through My Veins.

(Howe/Wetton)

Invisible sun cast your shadow over me
As wind cuts like a knife
Catapulting me from life with you
Waiting on an empty street
Hiding from the sun

And in one place or another
All my memories still remain
You've been taken from my eyes
But you're running through my veins

Down corridors of rocks and sand
It's littered and it's torn
The wear and tear, from dusk till dawn
Waiting on an empty street
Hiding from the sun

And in one place or another
All my memories still remain
You've been taken from my eyes
But you're running through my veins
You've been taken from my eyes
But you're running through my veins

This treasure can be anyone's
To believe in only one
It's not a foolish thing
There's no comparison
Waiting on an empty street
Hiding from the sun

And in one place or another
All my memories still remain
You've been taken from my eyes
But you're running through my veins

You've been taken from my eyes
But you're running through my veins