8 acessos
Fields of flowers
Crops of sorrow
Spreading fresh air
To the ones of tomorrow
Goodbye I may never grab you
Little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through
Your weak soul
You can continue crawling
Look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper...
Little one, lose your hope
Open up
I won't grab you
Little one, lose your hope
Open up
I won't grab you
Just keep on stretching your hand
I can hear
I can see you fading away
I can almost hold you for a
moment
I may crawl
I may fall
I may tremble just for you
I may cry
I may lie
Stretch out your hand for me
That gentle and innocent look
Expressing the sadness
Involving that young soul
Into the deepest madness
Little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through
Your weak soul
You can continue crawling
Look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper...
Take me back to the sun
Guide me through my skin
Hold me like no one
Take me from within
Little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through
Your weak soul
You can continue crawling
Look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper...