spring mist the rose he picks half rose
fills each step i leave full moon
in my name at eighty a piece of land
beachside business meet a sea of clouds
in the dying world a chickadee dee dee dee...
spring mist the rose he picks half rose
fills each step i leave full moon
in my name at eighty a piece of land
beachside business meet a sea of clouds
in the dying world a chickadee dee dee dee...