Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees
Crippled anger from a crippled brain Crippled footsteps through a crippled train Bloody headwound leaves a bloody stain On a raincoat smelling from the
This boy, breezes in from the South Wells. This boy, sees his days in the Middle East. This boy, eased his way up the silver turns, but what is that
I've seen love go by my door It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right
I am the lucky one I have always had someone But if I should lose that one My wings would melt in the sun & into the ocean I fall On a transatlantic
Tradução: Watt, Ben. En Box Hill.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Otra conversación conmigo mismo.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Deslizándose lentamente.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Aguamarina.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Walter y John.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Vas a hacer Me Lonesome cuando vaya.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Long Time No Sea.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Sed de conocimiento.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Esperando como loco.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Norte Marine Drive.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Botellas Vacías.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Suerte.
Tradução: Watt, Ben. Algunas cosas no importan.
