Kristin Hersh. Fog. Zeneszám
Walk a mile, then walk another mile
When you hit the fog rehearse your smile
Underground, it's quiet underground
Rolling in like thunder makes no sound
Peace of mind and empty all the time
Like sand under the snow, I make you mine
When you hit the fog rehearse your smile
Underground, it's quiet underground
Rolling in like thunder makes no sound
Peace of mind and empty all the time
Like sand under the snow, I make you mine
Hersh Kristin
Kedvencek