Тексты песен Maria Taylor

It's the chill in the hollow of my bones That's making my hands numb And the sound of the windmill But you won't tell me now where it's from And solitude's sounds are making my eyes weep And tossing a

The dance, a bid, a matinee It's a faint, a brief affinity It's a touch when it shouldn't be But it's all right And it's a step but you're too quick to fall Now a crash but it's just physical Not a po