8 acessos
Autumn and Friday the winds blew
July September I knew you.
Now as I sit on that sand - hill
I sing our song to the sea.
August October
mid April November May.
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cried, it's curtains today.
In August October the grass grew
the sky was blue and I wanted you.
Now as I look out my window
I see the world carry on.
August October
mid April November May.
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cried it's curtains today,
August October
mid April November May.
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cried it's curtains today,
I cried it's curtains today,
I cried it's curtains to day,
I cried it's curtains to day.