Из альбома: ...And the Circus Leaves Town
Smooth stones beneath me
Cool air surrounds
Soft and saviourey
You can take me to god
You can take me to god
No it doesn't take your will to set your brace on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve
Ahhh
Ahhhhhh
Smooth stones behind me
Cold air surrounds
Soft and saviourey
You can take me to god
You can take me to god
No it doesn't take your will to set your brace on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve