Letra

On the high seas, I'm the north wind. In the lighthouse, The eclipse. I hear you cry to no one in particular, "Bury us with our ships." Tea-Lights in the sand Tea-Lights in the sand. Tea-Lights in the sand. Tea-Lights in the sand.
Writer(s): Jana Hunter, William Conway Adams, Geoffrey Cooper Graham, Abram Hodge Sanders Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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