Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched In ways to write your name Love letter scraps no strings attached Just odds and ends and things Wind blows through
I want to hold you now and listen to your breathe It's like the ocean sound, whispering through the trees In the hollow of your shoulder, there's a tide
You think you own whatever land you land on The earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a
अनुबाद: Beth नीलसन फेरीवाला. ब्लू के सात रंगों.
You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has