5 acessos
Oh my deserted one
You must put down your father's gun
When the sundial reaches midday
Shut your eyes and then looks away
Something's wrong, they're all gone
I will walk through the long, long grass and say your name
Shot through the chest and head
She killed everyone stone dead
And the wind blew once more through the trees
Now she's coming straight back to me
Little things, insect's sting
I will walk through the long, long grass and say you're...
Running from the dark
Look what you have done
Running from the dark
Look what you have done
But you can't run from me
For I'm the wind through the trees
No you can't hide from me
Running from the dark
Look what you have done
Running from the dark
Look what you have done
But you can't run from me
For I'm the wind through the trees
No you can't hide from me
For I'm the wind through the trees