Song | Burnt Letters |
Artist | Old Silver Key |
Album | Tales of Wanderings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Behind your window the town is falling asleep. | |
My path is ed with stars in a pre-dawn sky... | |
Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight | |
My steps are hidden by December snowstorm | |
With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops | |
I write you letters on October leaves. | |
The winds will retell them to you in dreams | |
and spring will weave into your hair the song of May |