Nhạc sĩ: Sarah Jarosz, Darrell Scott
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Where are the days, the childish ways that can't be far behind me?
She once lived here, my old friend, fear ceaselessly to remind me
Yes, yes, I, yes, I hear you
You may not hear the words I hear, but rambling is her song
So I translate
I fly, I escape, a child of sky and earth belongs
Yes, yes, I, yes, I hear you
You
I find that you're here, my old friend, fear ceaselessly to remind me
That I don't do so well with the words that hide from me
But the ones that introduce themselves say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things to me
You may not feel the burning sweat, but a fire is raging inside her
It's burning through the black and blue, searing through all that I call mine
Yes, yes, I, yes, I feel you
And I find that I don't do so well with the words that hide from me
But the ones that introduce themselves say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things to me