Spoons
Текст песни Don't Shoot The Messenger

A light in the tower of the fortress
Was a warning sign
Yet with all odds against him
He entered the kingdom
His arms empty
But his head was full of gifts and new ideas
That nobody wanted to hear

DON?T SHOOT THE MESSENGER

Today...another time, another place
But some things still remain
Though the language is different
It?s the same words all over again
The originals, like seeds in chosen fields
Have grown up tall
And now the harvest is here

DON?T SHOOT THE MESSENGER

It runs through the night
As if it were hunted
A sight for sore eyes
The final clue

DON?T SHOOT THE MESSENGER