Oh, you walk so slowly Under the pull of this high tide Thinking about the old days Thinking about these lines
February down by the shore The waters never freeze Despite the ice and snow The snow up to your knees Bright grey sky, make your eyes feel sore As you walk into the breeze All you had to know You knew when you were threeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
