Your hand in mine
We wait in line
As the birds sing outside
I wanna leave
And run with you
In the hills of countryside
The whispers chant
As siluetes
Wait sadly as they frown
I wanna be free
Let´s just run
Away from this silly town
Where there are beaches
Under the stars
No buildings and no cars
Just our old tent
And your guitar strings
We´ll see what future brings!
Sophia