Ainara LeGardon. Each Day A Lie. The Winter Sun. Zeneszám

If you wanna drive I?ll sit behind
to see you both help my mind
fly over the blackest of greens.
Let it slip, time inbetween.

All I wished is in my hand.
You?ve become my piece of land.
Let it freeze, the winter sun.

If you go to sleep I?ll stay around.
Play some music, feel so down.
Let your arm hang from the bed
till your fingers touch my hair.