Текст песни Florence and the Machine - Postcards from Italy*

The times we hadOh when the wind would blow with rain and snowWere not all badWe put our feet just where they had, had to goNever to go, ohThe shattered soulFollowing close but nearly twice as slowIn my good timesThere were always golden rocks to throwAt those who admit defeat too late

Those were our times, those were our times, woahAnd I would love to see that dayThat day was mineWhen she would marry me outside by the willow treeAnd played the songs we madeThey made me soAnd I would love to see that dayThat day was mine* – Кавер на композицию Postcards From Italy в оригинальном исполнении Beirut

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