sábado, março 19, 2005
I made a small small song (...) I sang it all night long All through
The wind and rain
Until the morning came
This song is my small song (...) I sang it all night long And when
The morning came
I had to start all over again
My song is so so small (...) I could get down and crawl Searching from Wall to wall
And never see
Anything at all
How could you hate
Until the morning came
This song is my small song (...) I sang it all night long And when
The morning came
I had to start all over again
My song is so so small (...) I could get down and crawl Searching from Wall to wall
And never see
Anything at all
How could you hate
Such a small song? (...) If I was right I would be wrong Don't be afraid
It's just a small song
¶ sábado, março 19, 2005 It's just a small song
