Текст песни elana lee - просто держал мою руку

sound | glen porter - yours

lyrics |

I have inside is empty
in a cardboard house

I'm drawn to you
drop by drop on the shred
tsunami
It peels the skin from the continents

but I can somehow keep
under the provisions

and the memory desperately glad
play with me
bad joke

it is warm when you were there
and just held my hand