She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And
She placed her ring on the sill, Dishes piled high She's on the front porch step And the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And
Превод: Cowboy Junkies. Пръстен на Сил.