Текст песни Oh Sees - Last Peace

Слова песни: Last Peace

We'll try once more, the idle child
Will linger on, itching Ekbom's smile

A ringing gong, a wild style
Beauteous, a perfect child

The human hand will till the land
And part debris of old city, yeah

We're planting seed of long gone breed
On battered shore, on forest floor, yeah

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