كلمات Arcadia

Cars they were passing Waves they were crashing On the shore Fingers were burning the Pages they're turning And I want more Here I ran from the west Unto ruins where the sun dances with death Arcadia, arcadia Now she holds me tight like I held you Arcadia, arcadia Hour after hour golden blue To be had Arcadia, arcadia Now I know that time forgets us too Arcadia, arcadia Hour after hour golden blue