Heather Woods Broderick piosenki

i will sit like wounded bird heavy with hunger but beak it is pursed and i do not know what after we thirst something we know or something we'll learn i was born taciturn and will remain much like a cloud remorseful with rain and i do not know what after...

When I think upon the day the met The sun was shining, in my mother's yard we sat Later that day I got in your car and we drove west By the end of the night, on your shoulder I rested We're older now, and many years have passed You've got a young one now,...