كلمات Chicago

More together than alone From a hill, we saw it rain on the town over Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones In that moment, I saw a likeness to our father In American night, on that hill In the night Pulled back to the night before When the TV lit our brilliant, smiling faces Torch hits your face before the fall Panic in the eye is similar to breaking horses An apparition lifts me up An apparition lifts me up From its shoulders, I sit and see your face above the tree line Your reassurances subtitled in American English I am calm as we sail down the hillside In American night, on that hill In the night