a place that's where i'll be time like your cheek has turned for me someday the waves will stop(and)every aching old machine will feel no pain someday
You pick a place that's where I'll be Time like your cheek has turned for me Someday the waves will stop every aching old machine will feel no pain Someday
pick a place that's where I'll be Time like your cheek has turned for me Someday the waves will stop Every aching old machine will feel no pain Someday
Translation: Iron And Wine. Someday The Waves.
blackbird claw, raven wing under the red sunlight long clothesline, two shirt sleeves waving as we go by hundred years, hundred more someday we may see
you first Isn't it funny how the feeling starts to fade You're realizing as you're motoring, Waving to me from your friend's cabriolet Sister Christian on, ironically
