715 - CRΣΣKS کے بول

Down along the creek I remember something Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road I remember something That leaving wasn't easing All that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening 'at is now is not the time Ooh Toiling with your blood I remember something In B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last Finding both you hands As second sun came past the glass And oh, I know it felt right And I had you in my grasp Oh then, how we gonna cry? 'Cause it once might not mean something? Love a second glance It is not something that we'll need Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease And I see you Turn around, you're my A team Turn around now, you're my A team God damn, turn around now You're my A team