My grandmother's house is still there but it isn't the same A plain wooden cottage, a patch of brown lawn And a fence that hangs standing and sighing
My grandmother's house is still there But it isn't the same A plain wooden cottage A patch of brown lawn And a fence that hangs standing And sighing in
The traffic's backed for miles On these quiet suburban roads While the rubber necking strangers Are dying to see these victims wounds Cause he's all alone
Tercüme: Judy Collins. Gizli Bahçe.
Tercüme: Düz Görünümü'nde Gizli. Bahçe Bildirimi.
The traffic's backed for miles on these quiet suburban roads while the rubber necking strangers are dying to see this victim's wounds cause he?s all
I lay my head upon your chest Bones of iron bones of lead And death is rattling the cage Like a bird that would escape But there?s no room for thoughts
