- cifra
Sunny day in a chariot
Were they waving back
To you
Losing touch
Not that much
She was running back to you, to you
No more
What you said
Angel's wings
Time we spent
Nobody knows
How close it will come
The rite of the sands
My heart in your hands
Women chasers
The wives abide
You build a plane to take
A land you divide
Sunny day in a chariot
Were they waving back
To you
They way you chased her
Your Cadillac
Back on the coastline
With the Sun on his back
Women chasers
The scarlet land
You would be taken
But they'll all love him back
Sunny day in a chariot
Were they waving back
To you
One last call
One last call
