Clouds crash on the hillside Set to sail your soul at high tide High time you left that shadow Dead weight in the meadow Let it follow far below
Oh, Oh, Oh Whoa, what a ceiling All the angels cracked and peeling Revealing constellations One day you will name one After a boy you knew when You were back in middle school and Engraved his name in love notes Everyone retained though In a box behind your raincoats
Oh, those days when rainy days meant Trace the spaces raindrops made when Racing 'cross the windshield The pace of life wasn't real Oh, though how it quickened How the slope began to slicken You slip into a grin then Begin with where you've been and In my linen you are skin again
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Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside Set to sail your soul at high tide High time you left that shadow Dead weight in the meadow In my linen you are skin againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
