| Song | Que Sera |
| Artist | Chris Rea |
| Album | Dancing with Strangers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
| And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by | |
| This old engine housing's streaked with rain | |
| And we're pushing down on them chains again | |
| Friend we're like the wind that blows | |
| Like the sea we come and go | |
| And i'm not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you're only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We're always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera | |
| And you're rolling down old runway ten | |
| And the present becomes the past and then | |
| Rotating through the driving rain | |
| And you're way above those clouds again | |
| And i'm not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you're only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We're always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera |
| There' s a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
| And the paletailed moon goes sailing by | |
| This old engine housing' s streaked with rain | |
| And we' re pushing down on them chains again | |
| Friend we' re like the wind that blows | |
| Like the sea we come and go | |
| And i' m not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We' re always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera | |
| And you' re rolling down old runway ten | |
| And the present becomes the past and then | |
| Rotating through the driving rain | |
| And you' re way above those clouds again | |
| And i' m not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We' re always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera |
| There' s a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
| And the paletailed moon goes sailing by | |
| This old engine housing' s streaked with rain | |
| And we' re pushing down on them chains again | |
| Friend we' re like the wind that blows | |
| Like the sea we come and go | |
| And i' m not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We' re always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera | |
| And you' re rolling down old runway ten | |
| And the present becomes the past and then | |
| Rotating through the driving rain | |
| And you' re way above those clouds again | |
| And i' m not trying to tell you | |
| How i think that it should be | |
| I know deep down inside | |
| We are yearning to be free | |
| And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
| So what am i to say | |
| No matter what you do | |
| We' re always hurting anyway | |
| Forever our hearts will be | |
| Always running for what we see | |
| By the strings of this old guitar | |
| I swear, que sera |