Blue sky, white snow Brown bird sing slow Morning fade out Don't cry too loud Bring me my love Can't say too much My heart skips stones Your voice breaks bones
Somehow there's a ship inside a bottle And a mountain in a picture frame. For every open window there's a suitcase Being packed and emptied out again. There's a spider in the medicine cupboard And the walls are full of mice again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.