It could be 1959 I wouldn´t know and the lake would still look the same so whether night as it goes pleading quitly in their hands don´t let the end come too soon till one more moon hooded sweatshirts walk around now smoke on their clothe walking around in the night as empty as a page in a book that wont never close you know what time seems to move so fast up here and big tomorrow is my only clue till one more moon
trumpet plays in the sun burns the trees and the lake as a final friendship fire burns one inch closer for the night to take looking around crying in their hearts as all the arms go down in the smoke pleading one more moon
it all turns blue the morning comes too soon so just one more moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
