Из альбома: Sister Flute and the Sunday Best
I was hoping you might stay,
it's been a year today
And the cold wind that you blow
might turn to snow
The movement that he makes,
he's got fear in his eyes
And the falling leaves around,
will they ever touch the ground?
Now the paint has peeled away,
leaving scars today
Through the actions that he's shown,
thought he might have known
But the boy has had his day,
he's put his fears aside
And the falling leaves around,
will they ever touch the ground?
Now the paint has peeled away,
leaving scars today
Through the actions that he's shown,
thought he might have known
But the boy has had his day,
he's put his fears aside
And the falling leaves around,
will they ever touch the ground?
I was hoping you might stay,
it's been a year today
And the cold wind that you blow
might turn to snow
The movement that he makes,
he's got fire in his eyes
And the falling leaves around,
will they ever touch the ground?