Текст песни
Then rewind the way you slip.
One knee bent, your left side kept.
Didn't fight, didn't choose, but we lost in better shoes.
Luxury and quiet lies held beneath expensive skies.
It's not love, not sin, just a trace on the linen.
Not loud-loud, not clear, but it pulls like it's still near.
I didn't name it when it grew,
But I feel it when I move through.
Not in voice, not in spin, just your trace on the linen.
One knee bent, your left side kept.
Didn't fight, didn't choose, but we lost in better shoes.
Luxury and quiet lies held beneath expensive skies.
It's not love, not sin, just a trace on the linen.
Not loud-loud, not clear, but it pulls like it's still near.
I didn't name it when it grew,
But I feel it when I move through.
Not in voice, not in spin, just your trace on the linen.