Hayley Sabella piosenki

There’s fire in my lungs There’s some things I want to say Still I don’t know how to tease them out of me There’s a way to strike your stride In a way that’s all your own Still I’m stepping in footsteps set out for me Do I have the courage to be...

These farm fingers are weary These cracked callouses, cracked callouses Go tough-tough break, soft Far too soft, tough again Break again, break again, I broke again These strong shoulders are heavy Like roots of a tree, roots of a tree Their tan...

The cedar cabinet holds your favorite coffee cup It’s collected debris from spiders and other small things The small things, oh the smaller things that creep beneath below between That hide behind the glitter sheen of the important stuff And when fou...

Hear now the rooster crow, you’ve made your last confession Stopped plows, the Queen Anne’s lace is dried brown bone decoration Summer’s hot rag is wrung out for the season The calendar day drag left droplets there, still steaming You’re a man now, now...