Woorden:
Iron And Wine Calm On The Valley

Of the woman I've wed on my arm We sit on the lawn And she winks and she yawns At the sound that the setting sun makes As it lights up the lake and goes down And

that's word is bond Sound the alarm, we surround calm Barin arms, spark a megatron Rockin charms, true and livin Islam Supreme's wisdom becomes a realistic sitcom On