3 acessos
Home, surround the halo.
Held up to a clear night sky,
Smiling at the moon
Roll over
Soon, become the hero.
Down beyond the orbit of your sight,
Roll over.
Roll over,
Roll over soon.
Roll over,
Roll over soon.
Gently moving, scarcely born.
Sitting back to front on the top of the moon.
I say it's not happening and I'm falling asleep
Something has to budge before the end of the week.
And I smile expressionlessly.
And I smile expressionlessly.