Letra de Off Grid
Just me, and this boy of mine Underneath a sheltering sky, by a railway line Waiting for the wood to catch, The damp twigs The last matchEvening, passing time Waiting for the moment Waiting for a signBoy's up close, pressed against my side Daze of rippling water, glimmering with light Stars up in the stillness, To the quiet, to the nightHowl of the wind, cry of the train Inky black ball Writes the story againJust me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine