This Breeze Songtext
von Flora Cash

Oh this breeze... on my cheek.
Reminding me... not to let go of this home.
All this time... I've been down.
Watching them... taking the things that I want.


Aintchya gonna call me...
Call me sometime or wait for me to...
Aintchya gonna call me...
Call me sometime or wait for me to...

Haven't heard you voice in a long time.

Things will come... head of the line.
Show them all... all of the things i have won.