Текст песни Heat Blistered Trees - Rito

He can smell the roses
But it's just the thorns
That prick him in the side

But he keeps on traveling
Down the path to where
The birds are flying high

The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees

She has painted stars
Just to keep herself
From feeling lonely in the dark

But to paint a rainbow
On the night
Yeah, now that's what she'd call art

The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees
Dodging between
Bizarre figurines

The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees
Dodging between
Bizarre figurines
The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees