Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Sleeps around bonfires, she's on her own time
And thinks about all the ways how to send her love home
Now I track the days alone cause I have to change the tone
Of my honest clean soul and wait
Speaks about long time and feels the whole day
Trees around all of my unspeakable ways
So I chop them down to show
How I act in shade alone
I'll find my way home and wait