Paroles officielles de la chanson «Mollyhawk» : Bel Plaine

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Mollyhawk"

Find comfort in your eyes,
Lit a candle not to ride so lonely,
I’ll come for you right on time.
For a second in the gale,
Pull a rope so not to cry,
With the falling mollyhawks in my sight.

Chorus :
Mourning of my days,
Rarely are the same,
See the colours of the pouring rain.
In a forest, roads are not to blame.

Better see her by the house,
Not to peer into the dark and gooey shores,
I’ll pick a stone, right on time.
On a boring Easter day,
Bring a bait to help my dad,
Get rid of all the fishes uptide.

Chorus :
Mourning of my days,
Rarely are the same.
See the colours of the pouring rain,
In a forest, roads are not to blame.

Mourning of my days,
On a lonely day.
Cracking in my brain.
Roads are here to stay

Mourning of my days,
On a lonely day.
Cracking in my brain.
Roads are here to stay just for the…

Chorus :
Mourning of my days
Rarely are the same
See the colours of the pouring rain,
In a forest roads are not to blame.