Branque

When something's wrong Then, in morse code I contemplate What could be sung On certain nights On certain quays I hear your bike Through sobs I've splayed What life was like You could not say So you wrote a note To make things sway In your childhood's brook We'll go and swim I won't let my fear of heights Berate your dancing I can tell (It is not) My opal mind has changed (Haematomas) In tender ways (Of boredom) The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back) I can tell (It is not) My opal mind has changed (Haematomas) In tender ways (Of boredom) The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back) I can tell (It is not) My opal mind has changed (Haematomas) In tender ways (Of boredom) The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back)