Southern Radio - Lone Lands | Текст песни

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• Lone Lands

Stranger’s name on the sand
Forgotten thoughts and forgotten songs
The delicate smell of light
Will you be there when I wake up?

I walk along the seashore
Cold hands and cracked lips
I’ll stay here for awhile
Maybe I’ll meet someone on this deserted coast

Fragile leaves like rusty bones
Shining gold uniform
Parting words stuck in my chest
The most quite and private place