Текст:
Drove home to that achingly long song:
The one that moves so slow,
it makes you wonder if you're ever going to hear the next note
the way that feet moved slow through Denver December snow,
past cars that got stuck in the road
(that winter when I asked what a fourteen year old boy
could possibly know about forever, and you told me a lot)
The one that moves so slow,
it makes you wonder if you're ever going to hear the next note
the way that feet moved slow through Denver December snow,
past cars that got stuck in the road
(that winter when I asked what a fourteen year old boy
could possibly know about forever, and you told me a lot)
