The History of Apple Pie
Tug
We are lost in our own worldIn these long, whirlwind hoursNow that you feel less afraidWe can play our reckless gamesClose your eyes and count to tenWe can be like kids againAnd I ride - you find meAnd it don't surprise meLet's sit closeAnd tug the grass beneath our feetWe are lost in our own constellationIn the tiny, evening hoursNow that you feel less ashamedWe can say all that's left to sayWe are lost in our own hesitationIn the endless, winding hoursNow that you feel less confusedWe can be who we want to be
From Letras Mania