Tekst:
King Crimson Exiles

Now... in this faraway land Strange... that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring... and the air's turning mild City lights... and

Prijevod: King Crimson. Izgnanici.

: Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and

(Cross/Fripp/Palmer-James) Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning