L'île

"It seems like every story told about us isn’t meant to be
You fly on wings of gold all the way back home to me

But what I’m thinking of just this time
Why don’t you lay your head down in my arms, in my arms
Lay your head down in my arms, in my arms

You know my love this is no dream of mine
But the way you ride those waves makes me want to follow you blind

And what I’m thinking of just this time
Why don’t you lay your head down in my arms, in my arms.
Lay your head down in my arms."

Sur le rainbow bridge, je chante avec Keren Ann. Les voyages vers Odaiba sont trop courts.

Cette île dépose toujours du sable au fond de mes poches.