sleep And we will write all over your walls And we will dance to no music at all And we will do what it takes to get through to you And we will sing
Vertaling: Tilly En Die Muur. Die Ice Storm, Big Gust, En Jy.
of rain That had frozen somewhere along it's way through the evening sky So the trees got tired and laid on the ground I swear you marched in like big gusts
