Racing to mine I like to dream I'm caught in the sky I hang by the fears that Staple my life The winter was long The mountains were high The fire burns blue
翻訳: スティルス. ベイビーブルース.
feet Racing to mine I like to dream I'm caught in the sky I hang by the fears that Staple my life The winter was long The mountains were high The fire burns blue
Little Phoebe Who I've never seen Had you asked, I'd be right out And maybe In a good time Phoebe, then I'll tuck you in How is it (Listen angel) You