| 作词 : Polvo | |
| man in a chair, outside in the air, rubbing on the leg which he broke three times falling from a tree which he could not climb | |
| man lays down, whispering names of towns, forgot about the one where he ran all night up to a river where he almost drowned | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table beside him, a shiny short cloth with a shaggy trim | |
| memories have never got to ?_ always approach him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn | |
| man on his feet, wrapped in a cotton sheet and he's almost as tall as he was before, wrapped in a blanket on a sandy shore | |
| man watches birds, whispering made up words like the ones long ago then he plays the song and he's singing to himself as he walked along | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table inside him, gonna grow wings at the break of dawn | |
| particles have lost lonely gifts await him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn |
| zuo ci : Polvo | |
| man in a chair, outside in the air, rubbing on the leg which he broke three times falling from a tree which he could not climb | |
| man lays down, whispering names of towns, forgot about the one where he ran all night up to a river where he almost drowned | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table beside him, a shiny short cloth with a shaggy trim | |
| memories have never got to nbsp? _ always approach him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn | |
| man on his feet, wrapped in a cotton sheet and he' s almost as tall as he was before, wrapped in a blanket on a sandy shore | |
| man watches birds, whispering made up words like the ones long ago then he plays the song and he' s singing to himself as he walked along | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table inside him, gonna grow wings at the break of dawn | |
| particles have lost lonely gifts await him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn |
| zuò cí : Polvo | |
| man in a chair, outside in the air, rubbing on the leg which he broke three times falling from a tree which he could not climb | |
| man lays down, whispering names of towns, forgot about the one where he ran all night up to a river where he almost drowned | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table beside him, a shiny short cloth with a shaggy trim | |
| memories have never got to nbsp? _ always approach him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn | |
| man on his feet, wrapped in a cotton sheet and he' s almost as tall as he was before, wrapped in a blanket on a sandy shore | |
| man watches birds, whispering made up words like the ones long ago then he plays the song and he' s singing to himself as he walked along | |
| caterpillar crawls on the table inside him, gonna grow wings at the break of dawn | |
| particles have lost lonely gifts await him | |
| twenty white tents on a yellow lawn |
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