Whiny - Junebug - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Grey leaves spilled across the runway as our plane took off toward the island. Where we would walk on the back roads hand in hand, entombed in mountains and bathing in sand, but I was contemplating a sleep that would never end. We found everything in its place. The stones cold as graves. The rain in your face. I'd believe in anything we held together. The small grains that sifted between our fingers and became nothing. Frames in a movie. Your face on a screen. The softest mist covers me. The weekend came and went bottled up in bars and basements. 1000 pictures seem to say that in my arms you weigh nothing. The sun shone lime through the leaves and spilled into the streets where we all were waiting to creep into the dark again. And all along you marked on your skin a map of the way home; a web for your new friends.