원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through
these last 17 years.
The radio waxes romantic. It's lullabies fill our eyes
with tears.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
6 pounds and 7 ounces. A ball of bones and flesh and
tears were you.
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands, grew larger than
my hands ever grew.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
On a highway. On a highway.
