paroles de chanson All the Things - Isaiah

Sun of rubies, sky of glass
I'll throw my load like a stone
In to a hole in the ground

Worn out body, hollow mind
I'll take a breath, dive inside
Floating on ripples and waves

All the things grow from the earth
And flow back to the sea
Drown in the salt water
Till someone maybe will find them again

Moon of silver, sand of gold
I'll slowly drift,
Like a ghost ship with no anchor and sails

All the things grow from the earth
And flow back to the sea
Drown in the salt water
Till someone maybe will find them again