Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind
Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again, Robin flies again She flew low over the highways
Traduzione: The Breeders. Aperto.
or glory Don't look back until the mornin'" Last night I heard a beckon at my window sayin' Wide open wide, wide open wide Wide open wide, wide open