Looking out the door I see the rain / Fall upon the funeral mourners / Parading in a wake of sad relations / As their shoes fill up with water
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Jeff Buckley
There’s the Moon asking to stay / Long enough for the clouds to fly me away / Well it’s my time coming, I’m not afraid to die / My fading voice sings of love
I heard there was a secret chord / That David played and it pleased the Lord / But you don’t really care for music, do you? / Well, it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth