Ane Brun. Changing Of The Seasons. Lullaby For Grown-ups. Zeneszám

Go to sleep
With closed eyes
Your prophecies
Won?t be fulfilled tonight

When you think
Of falling skies
Remember there are a million ways to die

Don?t be afraid
Anymore
Don?t wear your inside out
To keep you warm

So rest your head
It?s just as well
You can?t keep the sky from falling
Anyway