Rustic stairs to darkened homes Drain the safety out of this stay on your own Plain narration, long and dull Hang your coat, you've spent too much time in the cold
Creaky floors give way underfoot You drive on dirt, your shoes are now covered in roots Across the room from a view of the dunes You stay by the fire cause you like the smell of old wood
The rain on the tin makes me rise from my bed I've taken to reading, it keeps me from resting my head We picked up the branches that fell on the lawn I knew you would speak the second the storms were all gone The storms are all goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
