Текст песни Golden House - The Bilinda Butchers , Sarah P

And now that it′s over I can feel free
To say all the things that you have done to me
Because I have a boy who loves to sing me songs
With tender heart I know that I've been all along
White flowers wilt when I would see his face
Abandoned dreams of love to find their place
With every bruise endured I would think of you
And I know I can′t break down
I can't break down
To build, to build, to build
To build this Golden House
I pray, I pray, I pray to Heaven
Come back, to me, my tears are hidden
To build, to build
To build this Golden House
And I know I can't break down
I can′t break down