OUT OF MY HANDS

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands

Now the leaves are turning brown
I watch them blow
Where the earth pulls them down
I let you go
As your breath unwinds
Through the restless pines



2010-04-27 @ 15:25:35 Allmänt Permalink

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