George Barnett
Sierra Planes/What's My Name?
Light moves off the fallen and on to jungle rain Light moves off the fallen, calling out my name But I can’t hear the forest begging Cowell for fame Light moves off the fallen, and on to sierra planes I want light I want hope I want to swing On my own jungle rope We want light And searing heat Forget your chase and your former place, We’re swimming in the sea I want light I want hope I want to swing On my own jungle rope We want light Around and above With my jungle rains and sierra planes Forever being love
From Letras Mania