Come, come There are ships we can get on There are ships coming I know what you are thinking but We are just pretty, in-between things
Dark woods, white land Snowy branches reach for your hand Do not take them, please I know what you are thinking but Ships are coming Stay a little longer with me
Explorers lost and in love with foreign lands Are just heartbroken men Do not feel bad for them "Are you mine?" they ask, lips to wind As yours as she has ever beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
