West coast kid, born in '85 Played with crabs and bones Horses and elves in stones Walked through fields of snow Hill after hill to home Only sound is the raven Guides here until the sun goes down
She drags her feet across the water Said "I'm doing fine" Lights a candle for the journey Might be the last goodbye
She wanted to go
Little west coast kid, born in '85 Played with crabs and bones Horses and elves in stones
She wanted to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
