Letras:
Fleetwood Mac Fleetwood Mac

: All the sainted sinners They pay handsomely M S C A E they make the weapons And they run the prisons And they sell the justice 'Cause being guilty

: Illume says the candle that I burn A reflection in the window All the way to Point Dune Illume-like it dances I am a cliff dweller From the old school

: Somethin' in you brought out somethin' in me, that I've never been since That part of me that was only for you, That kind of romance Comes only once

: Think of me, sweet darlin' When everything is going bad Think of me, sweet darlin' Every time you're feeling sad Think of me, sweet darlin' Every time

: Until she herself Became the deadliest poison As she grew older Ooh, until she herself Became just as fatal As was her garden And so you run toward

: She was a silver girl Lost in a high tech world She was a golden girl Immersed in a hard core world She would have preferred The last generation But

: Maybe we were together in another life Maybe we are together in a parallel universe Maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice Maybe your arms

: Don't take me to the tower And take my child away It was I who was The hourglass And the sands of time like Shattering glass went past me Like a tunnel

: Sweet wonderful you, You make me happy with the things you do, Oh, can it be so, This feeling follows me wherever I go. I never did believe in miracles