happy to breathe. i wrote a song for the trees. they sang back to me. i waved at some birds. on a wire by a home. i save all your words. but you'll never
Translation: Backseat Goodbye. Birds On A Wire.
me happy to breathe. i wrote a song for the trees. they sang back to me. i waved at some birds. on a wire by a home. i save all your words. but you'll
a book a book That has spelt out the future And from the depths I see a king arise arise With on his forehead many eyes eyes And he is on a horse a
