When I came back from Finland The taxi took me down the street I saw the red flowers growing like they used to By the roadside, in the smothering summer heat
You were standing out in front of the house With your floral print dress on And you had questions only a masochist would ask Written all over your big, brown eyes
The moon is high over Iowa tonight And the moon is high over Iowa tonight And I brought your blanket, hand-woven, hand-dyed The moon is high over Iowa tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
