Тексты песен Ben Howard

Oh Blinding, Now I see I could not hold you. My orange tree lived in the darkened room From three words to share. Maybe you were free before my blackened wing covered you I took the sing from your son

I lie in your charms Though it harms the best of me And I lie on to my friends to them No wonder why I wait for thee And I hope like a child Widow of the sea I hold these arms around you All's around