Текст песни The Samples - The Tree Outside
The Samples - The Tree Outside слова песни
Somewhere in the sky it`s harvest timeLooking at the things I`ve left behindCrow is singing in the reckled (sp?) lightIn the back of his mind something`s rightWhisper in my ear, tell me thisThat the branch is getting thinI can see the stop just up one more mileIt`s coming `round the bendLeaves are crunching underneath the feetCold is on the face, red with heatBring yourself inside, face the fireCold is out there now, frozen wireSee you standing here on the bayWind blows your hair, your eyes they`re glazedAnd I thought I could come downStare into the water, see your face againOr I could climb the tree outside your house