The broken glass that fades The past is a parade of countless days Painting patterns in the sand My motorcycle brain Remains to be explained It's like
Превод: Сеан Леннон. Почетак.
a way, But ev'ry time I see them I pray And if my prayers can cross the sea, The trains and the boats and planes Will bring you back, back home to me
been down When I turn to the left at the corner I may see all the stones you have thrown I might feel along with a silence. does the map that you have show my home
be wrong Life is mostly what You don't see anyway So just look away But our shadows Never leave us alone Down the bad roads They will follow us Faithfully home
