Crowded House – Whispers and Moans
Lyrics Whispers and Moans – Crowded House Dull, dull grey The colour of our times Cool, cool space That I still hope to find Far beyond the veil The sound of whispers and moans...
Lyrics Recurring Dream – Crowded House
Within myself
There are a million things
Spilling over
Falling out into a silent stream
Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It’s my recurring dream
Within myself
A secret world returns
Over and over
Where the white flame of desire burns
Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It’s my recurring dreamWithin myself
There are a million things
Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It’s my recurring dream