Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays
: Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays
Lucy, remember the smell of that fall The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon into your arms Into this long month of Sundays And
Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees
Översättning: Wolf, Patrick. The Bluebell.
: Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees
