Peter Bruntnell - Black Window
текст песни

Take this when you go to the banks of the Lethe
I'll stop at the house, tidy up what you leave
Even though we always fight
I'll tuck in your feet every night

Into the earth, there you go, and you're staying
The sounds of a life's radio keeps playing
Anything to calm you down
Still throwing your weight all around

Who would trade a day, exercising good
For a better life, spent out in the woods, the woods, the woods

It's getting late into the night am I your taker?
My hands on your face, now tell the truth to your shaper
The little bird that waits outside
The wind that whistles through the pines