[Verse: James Blake] Cold like money Other arms reach out for me So stunning the wood for the trees Other eyes smile tenderly Saturday pouring, ice is clattering Hanging off the ceiling Then we leave At your word At your word, at your word
[Chorus: James Blake] And it's the best it could've been We go home together To our innermost We go home together And then we leave And it's the best it could've been We go home togetherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
