Brothers 歌词

Oh little brother Are you crashing down? No metter if those roots are tough, we’ll tear them all I'll be your legs running down the hills Now or never Your smile will be the blast of our grace Souls full of bright rays Oh little brother Is your whisper loud? But even if those fists are weak I'll let you so proud You're my witness, you're my mate I'll be your arms And I'll be the callus of your hands No pain, no love Go, go, go Fast and forward We move this chair Spinning wheels like A windmill inside a hurricane