Текст и слова песни My Heart To Joy – Old Capitals
We only speak through these machines.
Bending blades of grass,
Cutting rings into trees.
I drag myself from this bed we've made,
Our warmth has escaped.
I know these fronts will change.
Bending blades of grass,
Cutting rings into trees.
I drag myself from this bed we've made,
Our warmth has escaped.
I know these fronts will change.
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