I'm thinking what will then become of you, i Analyzing your moments when you're here Unrepeating You know well when it hits me It could raise these bones
soft enough to catch you In your fall, it seems small when you have been that high And I don't believe I'll ever understand your good-bye And these bones
I'm thinking what will then become of you, I Analyzing your moments when you're here Unrepeating You know well when it hits me It could raise these bones
Traduzione: Martin, Charlotte. Queste ossa.
