6 acessos
All of these moments cling to each other
Just like a small boy clutches his mother
Maybe one day they'll go their own way
I keep linking the daisies into chains
I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same
Maybe one day they'll go their own way
Chorus:
Clouds form and disperse in the summer sky
Clouds form and disperse, and I don't know why
And nothing moves in a straight line, all these roads are not Roman
And the ruler rods of time are not fixed or frozen
Maybe one day they'll go their own way
I keep linking the daisies into chains
I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same
Maybe one day they'll go their own way
(Chorus)
All of these moments cling to each other
Just like a small boy clutches his mother
Maybe one day they'll go their own way
(Chorus)
I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why