In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.
1 | Midnight To Six |
2 | Parachute |
3 | Bracelets Of Fingers |
4 | She Says Good Morning |
5 | Trust |
6 | Old Man Going |
7 | Joey |
8 | Balloon Burning |
9 | Havana Bound |
10 | Loneliest Person |