finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold and mind over
A long time ago come a man on a track Walkin' thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home
You know who's the first to blame his tools You never gave a damn about who you pick up And leave laying bleeding on the ground You screw people over
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse Philosophy is useless, theology is worse History boils over
you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over
Oversættelse: Dire Straits. Love Over Gold.
when you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over
: A long time ago came a man on a track walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best made a
beggars you know who's the first to blame his tools you never gave a damn about who you pick up and leave lying bleeding on the ground you screw people over
: It's a mystery to me - the game commences for the usual fee - plus expenses confidential information - it's not a public inquiry I go checking out
agrees that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse philosophy is useless theology is worse history boils over
