歌词
If photographs would tell a story
Would these postcards be in black and white?
Shaded by the leaves that bind so freely
Cracks in the trees let through the light
Do the trees whisper in the sidewalk?
Do the waves in the water talk?
If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin
Drift as wood as I wait
If I take back the compass to the water
Would I find you or would it be too late?
Photographs
Photographs
If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin
Drift as wood as I wait
If I take back the compass to the water
Would I find you or would it be too late?
Would it be too late?
Photographs
Photographs
Photographs
Do the trees whisper in the sidewalk?
Do the waves in the water talk?
If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin
Drift as wood as I wait
If I take back the compass to the water
Would I find you or would it be too late?
If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin
Drift as wood as I wait
If I take back the compass to the water
Would I find you or would it be too late?
Would it be too late?