soul come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand over a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone
come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone
Fordítás: Fiona Apple. A gyermek Is Gone.
soul come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone
