There's a place where I know,
We can walk in the flowers and weeds where they grow.
But, I left you back there looking far off with the sun on your hair.
By some strange design I feign to believe that this image was mine.
The shape of your hand in a dream I see a mysterious plan.

Losowe piosenki:
Und Es War Sommer
Birds Of A Feather
Whiteout
Swampjuice (Soul-O)
Landmarks