Sandstone کے بول

Sandstone and burnout, time takes everything Paths overgrowing from autumn to spring And the things I remember, the things I forget Like the shape of your body when we laid down to rest Soft-sodden wilds retracing our steps The house and the heather where the birds make their nest And the things I have hidden and covered with stones The warmth of your eyes and the length of your bones I’ll give you all that I have Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have) I’ll give you all that I have Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have) (Oh, all that I have) I’ll give you all that I have Oh, all that I have (I’ll give you all that I have) (Oh, all that I have)