Слова:
Bright Eyes Poison Oak

Poison oak, some boyhood bravery When a telephone was tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said, you weren't afraid

Poison oak some boyhood bravery When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid to

Poison oak some boyhood bravery When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid to