Olivia Chrestomanci все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

You’ve got a pair of beat up boots and they have always served you well
the heels they pound the graveyard ground like somnolence of chapel bells
their leather tongues are flapping full of stories they could tell
and their solid soles know all the words to every ballad of farewell.

When summer hail is fallin’ down or drums are beating out a poem
You can’t help but imagine Kansas and the last days you were home
you buzz around the thought of flight like bees around a honey comb