2 acessos
Oh, I'm your blue eyed boy
I'll suffer your indifference and
You can teach me pretty words
We will feed the sparrows
Here I am
Here I am
Talking to my shadow
Head in my hands
Here I am (here I am)
Here I am (here I am)
Run to the hill
Counting the hay
He leads me through swaying nettles
Growing by the underpass
When he smiles he looks like a fox
But when he holds me we will be as one
Here I am
Here I am
Talking to my shadow
Head in my hands
Here I am (here I am)
Here I am (here I am)
Run to the hill
Counting the hay