He sat on the doorstep With his arms around his knees Watching the passers by and wondering why They don't see what he sees
He watched from the window With his hands over his ears Listening to all the words he'd ever heard You don't hear what he hears
He stands on your doorstep With his life under his feet Arms full of roses Watchfulness He'll be what he will beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
