close your eyes and roll a tise
under the pool there‘s a compormise
if after all only left twice
which lifes the wrong road to peridise
don‘t say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
of may
close your eyes and make a bed
face to the glare of the sunset
this is about it‘s forrest we get
you haven‘t seen meet skys yet
don‘t say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
of may
close&nbs