اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The earth moves and the sun keeps still
Bathwater tides come in
Aboard a tent I saw a window bring the joy
The summer miracles roam around
In your belly swim the spores
We bared all for the forest floors
And if you must cry with grief
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Dreams brush out reality
Sound caresses fingertips
It goes to sing behind your ear
For the one you love, who's never coming back
In the bathtub swim the spores
We bared all for the forest floors
And if you must cry with grief
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Blow your nose, dry it on my sleeve
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
