[Verse 1] Starlings burst the bleeding sun The stone underfoot comes undone I do know more slowly we will ramble Those strong bones of us more fickle Slow too the thoughts The speed at which they pace Gaps between to widen and erase
[Verse 2] I do know strands of hair now golden Grey multiply, dominate the forest Wiry and coarse, they blow the color of smoke Sheafs round your shoulders Fall fields, overgrown
[Chorus] Overgrown, overgrown Overgrown, overgrown Overgrown, overgrown Overgrown, overgrownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
