I Do Songtext
von Bobbejaan Schoepen

And the way that they calls and the things that I call that I do
When my heart is so sad that the fungus I can′t divide you
Well, left for yours, they turn greener as the fallen bamboo I do
But skin the fallen and rot the loss, they turn gold as I lie good Well, sin and that the greens and this come up, I think that I do
When night I remember to crawl out and send me I do
Well, upon the left hand that's searching the way
I can′t let the fallen searching the way I do

The boulder
Tra-la-la, la-la-la, tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la, tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Far away