way through the light Stolen, stolen Is there nothing left living for? Cuz I can't even breath enough to cry no more Stolen, stolen You're everywhere
a way through the light Stolen, stolen Is there nothing left living for? Cuz I can't even breath enough to cry no more Stolen, stolen You're everywhere
I left my old home in the mountains And the only friends I ever had And while I rambled this world over My heart felt so lonely and sad I'm going
Übersetzung: Monroe, Bill. I Wish I Was In The Southland in einem Stuhl sitzend.
