Тексты песен Birch Book

Staring out of the window How the clouds are moving slow Watching their broken fragments As the tea is on the stove Floor is scattered paper And the dishes all undone Before I get my life in line I'll

I watch the silt of my desire Settle to an unquiet fire While my loaded feet watch the ways go by They will not roam on a train to Rome In the dark my mind unties With swollen thoughts of brown wide e