كلمات Hannah Hunt

A gardener told me some plants move But I could not believe it Till me and Hannah Hunt Saw crawling vines and weeping willows As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix A man of faith said Hidden eyes could see what I was thinking I just smiled and told him That was only true of Hannah And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln Our days were long our nights no longer Count the seconds, watching hours Though we live on the US dollar You and me, we got our own sense of time In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried I miss those freezing beaches I walked into town To buy some kindling for the fire Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah There's no future, there's no answer Though we live on the US dollar You and me, we got our own sense of time