Bryan John Appleby все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln
Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
And I was already halfway through Ohio
When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio

I crept out in the darkness of the morning
Past our sleeping father, a cold cigar lying at his feet
He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor

I want to come back down
To the cliffs along the sea
I would love to feel your hair
So soft and wild and sweet

I wish I could do what I wanted
I would take you through these woods
We would live beside the water

I pick up a broken comb
Run it through my thin grey hair
Though I don’t have any plans tonight
I’m not going anywhere
Well, I should’ve seen this coming
Don’t know why I’m surprised
Every vessel on its way down
Takes with it the captain’s life

You fill my cup and I fill yours
You fill my cup and I fill yours

You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land
You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land