- cifra
Are your hand sunsteady, ready to be free
Are you almost ready, to sit next to me
If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go
Is your head unready, ready to believe
Do you feel unsteady, sit next to me
Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go.
Cos everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow
We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know
