Из альбома: This Providence

I find myself so tangled up
In all of our ideas
We could run away, get a jo
In a small town on the beach

We can dream but I can't stay
It's a small world
But I'll still sail much too far away
Could it be, it was destiny?
You and me, an ocean between?

I find myself a bit of a mess
Life just isn't fair, is it?
I miss the years when we were young,
Innocent and so na

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