Now... in this faraway land Strange... that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring... and the air's turning mild City lights... and
Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and
Übersetzung: King Crimson. Exiles.
: (Cross/Fripp/Palmer-James) Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's
: Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and
(Cross/Fripp/Palmer-James) Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning
