I live in a small pale house A momentâs march from the beach My day is growing near And here I find no peace at all And here I find no peace at all
I hear the summer (sombre?) songs ? ? in a wicked ? The dirt in my fingerprint Left roads winding on your paling skin And here I find no peace at all And here I find no peace at all
I live in a small pale house A momentâs march from the beach My day is growing near And here I find no peace at all And here I find no peace at all