I could do If you only knew what's really inside If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you It's better just to watch the tide watch the tide
Prevod: Town Pants. Low Tide.
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it! Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
low cut fades Puffin owls Allows my kin to push through the keg crowds As my view on the world sells out in ghost towns Sup cats Chillin? Mad pounds
rushes I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it! Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
