Текст песни
But I saw heaven bend through the branches somehow.
Fairytale,
But it did not feel kind; there were ghosts in the pines,
And their eyes looked like mine.
When I came back home, with the mud on my hands,
They all laughed at the story, like I dreamed of the land.
Fairytale,
But it did not feel kind; there were ghosts in the pines,
And their eyes looked like mine.
When I came back home, with the mud on my hands,
They all laughed at the story, like I dreamed of the land.