The sun inside your eyes sends me impossibly Through seasons spilling fluid time like arteries of gold Beside this tree of oak and moss most innocently The sedentary song describes our willingness to lie
Between your red and golden skin most innocently Together like two meadows one, too soon our course is run In softness as in stone we find regretably The solitary song describes our willingness to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
