Speak to me
He walks slow
Through fields that breathe
Summer gone.
A boy with a knife in his hand
Make me a day that I can be heard
By a pool underneath
The green willow trees
He dives and swims
To the deep
To the deep
[lAmPyR]
He walks slow
Through fields that breathe
Summer gone.
A boy with a knife in his hand
Make me a day that I can be heard
By a pool underneath
The green willow trees
He dives and swims
To the deep
To the deep
[lAmPyR]