Mother wakes up the kids one at a time. She says pack a few things, we´re getting out of this town. I want to see you succeed. I want to see you break free. I want to prove to life can be a beautiful thing. Silently down the stairs. Coats ans shoes waiting there. Mom smiles through the window as she breaks up the ice. With your past in the mirror, tell me where, I´ll be there. Brother takes it all in. Landscapes he´s never seen. Sister sleeps on his shoulder and dreams of far away things. Mother´s heart beat like rain pounding on the thick glass. She´s steady, confident, brave. A peaceful momento at last. Mom searches for the words. The perfect nouns and verbs. They race for the time zone. They´re three days away. Mother wakes up the kids one at a time. She says open your eyes. Tell me where, and I´ll be there.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
