歌词
Getting up too fast
In a moving crowd
Morning breaks like bottles on the ground
'Til you move a finger
And your eyelids close
I can feel you now
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Love in innocent light
In the mouth of war
It will not be proud
Life is heavy, begging to be moved
Direction lost
And your eyelids close
I can feel you now
Who is it?
Who is it?
No reason
Written by: Maria BC, Maria Bobbitt-Chertock
