Sid Vashi - Birds текст песни

Текст песни Birds - Sid Vashi




Oh, it's cold
Arrive in your favorite clothes
Bathe me dry
With private, patient eyes
Sailing out
Toward nothing plagued with doubt
Safe, and stoned
I fly on my paper bones
Pray to grow
Sky's the limit
Afraid to pose
In light
When you hold me close
I fall like the patient snow



Авторы: Sid Vashi


Sid Vashi - Birds - Single
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дата релиза
16-05-2018

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