The Stranglers (trupa) – Golden Brown (piesa) live studio Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she’s heading West From far away Stays [...] Citeşte mai mult »




