Always been like a hummingbird and I can't sit still Listen up, lover listen up, I never will Wings move faster than the human eye And if you could see
fitful day in winter charging toward the Ides of May The climate now is cling to splinters We hold hands while we work and play and hope tomorrow is a
Vertaling: Weepies, die. Hoop Môre.
day in winter charging toward the Ides of May The climate now is cling to splinters We hold hands while we work and play and hope tomorrow is a sunny
