Tekstovi: Moody Blues. A Question Of Balance. And The Tide Rushes In.

I've been searching for my dream
A hunderd times today
I build them up, you knock them down
Like they were made of clay

Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away
Then I'm really not so sure
When side of the bed I should lay
I should lay

You keep looking for someone
To tell your troubles to
I'll sit down and lend an ear
Yet I hear nothing new

Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away
Then I'm really not so sure
When side of the bed I should lay
I should lay

The tide rushes in
And washes my castles away
Then I'm really not so sure
When side of the bed I should lay
I should lay

Blackbird sitting in a tree
Observing what's below
Acorns falling to the ground
He'll stay and watch them grow