Hundreds - Song For A Sailor | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Hundreds
• Song For A Sailor

Is this the last meeting place?
Will you find me inside the haze?
And will you come, will you come?
Well you certainly, my work is done.
We stall nobody that I am real
They will run over you, it will never heal
You must forget, you must forget
Places in between, certain kind of regret.
I sit inside
Movin' wild
In the dead
Of the flowers
I will not move
But the wind
Is blowin' in the fields
I sit inside
Movin' wild
In the dead
Of the flowers
I will not move
But the wind
Is blowin'
And the wind is blowin' in the fields
And in the end you came too late
Plants stuck to my head, I guess that's a fate
I will grow fast, I will grow fast
The highest tree in the field you bark up at last.
I close my eyes
Recognize
Your steps
In the meadow
I won't make a single noise
In my lovely cave
I close my eyes
Recognize
Your steps in the meadow
I won't make a single, I won't, I won't make a single noise
In my lovely cave.