Woorden: Starflyer 59. Indiana.

Stay these days and you will find
All the hurting here will die
Be better when you're mine
And we'll stay

In the basket and the blue of your eyes
A basket and the blue skies of your eyes

I don't care about the boy
Throw up your head hit the road
I won't feel the wedding mourn
If you stay the same

In the basket and the blue of your eyes
A basket and the blue skies of your eyes