Sarah Brightman şarkı sözleri
Sorting through my thingsSee what I can findPicking through the pastSee what's left behindMulti-colored sweatersThat moths have eaten holesA paire of breaded mocassins with worn out solesBoots were made for walkingWinds were blowing changeBoys fall in the jungleAs I Came of AgeBlack and white TVWith a broken 12-inch screenDylan's Highway 61And Jackie's love machineI reread your letters and againI cry great tearsLight comes to the surfaceEven after all these years
