You are the tall mountain that the head of the grocer has drawn the head to the strange sun and the passionate of you Youre the only time for my tiredness You know what I say You listen to my word
my eyes I am in my eyes The Needless Pride Voice
You are like the peaks of the fog I want the winter cloud I want to put my head on Short I dont like the rain
in the tall mountain to the pride to the strange sun and the passionate of you
