Is anybody able to start
An avalanche from sliding?
And can't you see
That I'm not made of iron.
I live in a house
Maybe with an English garden.
And white horses around
Maybe not feel home bound. Up wake out, down with wound, hide we live.
Can you see me, as I try, as I try and fail And I live in a house
Maybe with an English garden.
And white horses around
Maybe not feel home bound.