Слова:
Almond Tree Make It Good

I didn?t mean it, it was friendly fire. I didn?t want to, but now I have to admire your persistence and I, if given a try may synchronize. But my instinct

And lungs they?ll make you flounder. Were you a-stumble like Rome? Will you finally find your way home? And God fills the sky with rays And it isn?t

you marked the place with golden flocks. There still there. You can only live a lie for so long before it becomes true, A fire can only burn for so long before it

don?t belong! You make an ugly place look so lovely, I swear! No, I don?t belong! But with you this honesty is almost more than I can bear... And love it all along. It

dead and gone Pray it in place, a palm full of gold And make it a lie. The madness of we lay thick in the steam The swamp entraps yet nurtures the trees

But you never realize and then they?re gone, and the ones you loved were precious souls. Make every moment above ground a good one. Make it a good one. Make it good