Breathing Space - Martin John Henry
In a land far away
There is hope on a beach
In a broch
In my thoughts
I will feed every day with itself
With my present state
With my heart on a lead
I could fall in a hole
I could drive the circumference
A piano broken up into parts
Is a car that sits still
I am here in a sky
In a lead part that I didn't write
Every word I will feed
With the thought of a home
On a hill
Under trees
All alone
I'll sustain every year
I will grow every hope I have.
- 专辑:The Other Half of Everything
- 歌手:Martin John Henry
- 歌曲:Breathing Space