Oh, Maybe I Should settle down to a quiet life. Or...Maybe I Should chance it all on a perfect night. Can?t you see that sounds cynical? These decisions
My mind is a night garden heavy with shadow it stares Your eyes adjust to the dark All the eastern girls Are wondering back from St. Martins Skin [...]
I remember coming out that tunnel mouth singing high and in the water, spring and sing before us the palms hung like reconsidered suicides from the red
Превод: Нешто за Кејт. Капела Светог итд.
