Are you the plane That shapes the board Part of a history Smoothed and worn And oh, the windy weather Dry spells, brushfire
Isn't it strange To see my life You must cut me down To look inside And oh, the simple pleasures This ring tells of rain And this one summer Good years, nightmares
How is it I remember Knowing that I would live forever Isn't it strange How truth can change
And oh, the windy weather This ring tells of rain This one, summers Dry spells, brushfireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
