Brian Eno , Beatie Wolfe - Breath March

0 слов
0 символов
0 строк
0 мин
[Verse 1] And the river calls within Without a stone to skim The surface of your skin So faintly shimmering A heat that's spilling in [Verse 2] And the wolves that love to laugh To a moon that breaks in half The gallows of the past Strange fruit that falls too fast With nothing made to last [Verse 3] And the mourning in your eyes For the storms we cannot cry All the times we dare not try I'll never give it up I'll never feel enough See the birds come rolling by On a bed of burning sky I'll never say goodbye
0

Аннотации

Аннотаций пока нет. Выделите текст, чтобы добавить первую.