Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again, Robin flies again She flew low over the highways
Übersetzung: The Breeders. Eröffnet.
Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind
or glory Don't look back until the mornin'" Last night I heard a beckon at my window sayin' Wide open wide, wide open wide Wide open wide, wide open
