Текст песни Cinnamon

Evergreens and a dream of an island town Draw a line in the sand and we'll smooth it down Will your side win? Get to the middle Count 'em off one at a time And we'll try to guess right Waking in the white Sun, lights out Wading through the days in, nights out It’s a slow cinnamon summer And your spell is pulling me under Rowing in an wooded hollow Showing me the moves to follow It’s a slow cinnamon summer And your spell is pulling me under It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole And just as it leaves, just as it's sinking The motor has saved our souls From too cold to keep low Waking in the white Sun, lights out Wading through the days in, nights out It’s a slow cinnamon summer And your spell is pulling me under Rowing in an wooded hollow Showing me the moves to follow It’s a slow cinnamon summer And your spell is pulling me under