The earth was trembling on their wedding day The sun was cold, the sky was chrome They spoke their lines like actors in a play Changed their clothes and hurried home Now in their dreams, the season lingers There is no wisdom in this pain She turns the ring around her finger He hopes that somehow things will change We cry to the wind to mend what's broken But where on earth, can we rest assured? Who'll spin these dreams into something golden? Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world? The top of the world The dogs were howling around the White House Election day in the land of the mall I have no hopes, no expectations I watch my shadow grow on the wall And through my heart, this empty wind blows There is no wisdom in this pain There are no bars across these windows But I'm a prisoner just the same We cry to the wind to mend what's broken But where on earth can we rest assured Who'll spin these dreams into something golden Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world? The top of the world If our hearts became our anvils If wisdom's hammer was in our hands Could you and I build something better? Do you think our hearts would understand? We cry to the wind to mend what's broken But where on earth can we rest assured? Who'll spin these dreams into something golden? Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world? Top of the world, yeah © JUDE COLE MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; KATSBACK MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com