Salad şarkı sözleri
The Bechstein was our lifelineWe could see our faces in the shineAnd know it wasn't overYou never said you loved meEven when we crowded out the children from the sofaI hope you overhear meI hope you overhear meWhen I'm uttering my name for youIn case collected copies of The Times get faded before ninety nineThe trunk will stay locked shutIn the garden the ritual was acted out under every treeShame my favourite scenes were cut
