against the fallen Autumn leaves And no-one saw us but the trees Yeah, the trees, those useless trees Produce the air that I am breathing Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Vertaling: Pulp. De Bomen.
against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Here in the night love takes control. Making me high, making me low. I don't know. Oh no no no. No I don't know. No no no. No I don't know. When I close
