you It's not as if I'm being sent off to war There are worse things in this world There's still room in my wooden horse for two I was Jonathan to your David
I'll take a second of the day to think About the things that we have done this year The dog lies down, the pouring rain I'm underneath the smokers railway
In the boardroom the quiet man Takes a second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For years
It's not as if I'm being sent off to War There are worse things in this world There's still room on my wooden horse for two I was Jonathan to your David
Превод: Себастиан Belle. Джонатан Дейвид.