Moonface piosenki

Jenny Lee, Montreal was never the same once you were gone Jenny Lee, you should know the city fell into a sort of boring ruin So we leave Montreal and so the wild mother we once knew Jenny Lee, I know that my behavior was probably partly why you turned into...

One, two, three, four, five. I've got a spirit Made out of sand Sometimes it slips through my fingers Back onto the beach In some kind of lust To return to the violence of the ocean floor So I kneel down And gather it up Grain by grain I have to ke...