Тексты песен Tina Cousins

If I could get over you then I could get away from here it's such a lonely place I only have myself to blame and if I make it through the wasteland of my mind maybe then I'll find a way to find a brig

What a miracle is life The fields are high and the fruit is ripe So hold out your hands Yeah, hold out your hands And you're the same as me You breathe the air I breathe And we don't understand Yeah,