How long before that cloud bottoms out? How far before the droplet hits the rocks? How warm before the wet becomes the moss? How long before the rest is sorted out?
Might be a matter of waiting Might be the length of longest nights You'll look forever, never find where water starts and ends
Right now I feel well beneath my feet Right here I may extend into the seep Right as rain; oh to flood the plain Right now I'll rеach the aquifer and sleep
Might be a mattеr of waiting Might be the length of longest nights You'll look forever, never find where water starts and ends
I grew when the sunshine looked away I moved thanks to time, thanks to breeze, thanks to hands, thankfully I flew right on down the hill I grewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
