Tug - The History Of Apple Pie
We are lost in our own world
In these long, whirlwind hours
Now that you feel less afraid
We can play our reckless games
Close your eyes and count to ten
We can be like kids again
And I ride you find me
And it don't surprise me
Let's sit close
And tug the grass beneath our feet
We are lost in our own constellation
In the tiny, evening hours
Now that you feel less ashamed
We can say all that's left to say
We are lost in our own hesitation
In the endless, winding hours
Now that you feel less confused
We can be who we want to be
- 专辑：Out of View
- 歌手：The History Of Apple Pie
- 歌曲：Tug