Den Mother کے بول

You watched a lukewarm ocean from an archipelago I fell asleep to the sounds of the cape As water rushed my nose And I swore by my own soul that god would right our wrongs And then you faked a smile and whispered to me, "Je te fais confiance, so don't go home tired and alone" If nothing becomes If nothing becomes At least soft light lay on us At least soft light lay on us If nothing becomes If nothing becomes At least soft light lay on us At least soft light lay on us