Slow down the sunrise and keep the tone Put the cold in my bones, watch as the fear is flown And your mind is beautiful child Stay still until they find it out
The smell of wood is in the air I got 19th century atmosphere Hair is up, my feet are bare The 19th century atmosphere
The smell of wood is in the air I got 19th century atmosphere Hair is up, my feet are bare The 19th century atmosphere
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The smell of wood is in The smell of wood is in The smell of wood is in the 19th century