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The Forgetmenauts - The Wind in the Orchard şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Forgetmenauts

albüm: Be Nimble, Be Quick


What I miss most is the way he'd smell
When he'd come in from our orchard
Like sweat & soil
Now I'm the wind that makes the apples fall from our trees
Will he think of me? Will he think of me?
And if I'm the wind that rustles our bedsheets
Will he think of me? Will he think of me?
When he's all alone, and it's late at night
Will he think of me when he turns out the lights?
Will he think of me when I call his name
Will he hear my voice? Will he know my pain?
No he can't know my pain if he's still alive
And if he misses me, wouldn't he rather die?
No he can't know my pain if he's still alive
And if he misses me, wouldn't he rather die?
And if he misses me, wouldn't he rather die?
And if he misses me, wouldn't he rather die?
Then the morning comes
And the light creeps in
And I start to fade
And I still love him...

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