will be under your spell, at your command And when I stumble It will be into your hand Can it be? Can it be the storm has passed? I'm not finished
one time With our clothes on we're brave And mummified and out of sight When i stumble... Can it be Can it be the storm has passed I'm not finished
Tulkojums: Tanya Donelly. Storm.
Wait, wait, I'm on the edge of my chair And it's you who put me there You keep me there Wait, wait, wait I'm not complaining I haven't lost anything
Wait Wait I'm on the edge of my chair And it's you who put me there You keep me there Wait, wait, wait I'm not complaining I haven't lost anything I
Tulkojums: Tanya Donelly. Stāsts High.
