Lyrics

I sing you an ocean, and swim to the land We can make love there, in the white sand I draw you a mountain, and climb to the top I scream to the world... I write you a poem, I hold them When we have nothing still left stories to tell I write you a poem, I hold them When we have nothing still left stories to tell All comes from nothing, nothing at all All comes from nothing, nothing, at all
Writer(s): Christian Loeffler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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