days I'm searchin' So many nights I'm left alone Sometimes the song of the wind Well it's, only the warning for the storm Well we shared a season running through the fields
Well we shared a season Running through the fields We never had a reason To be scared of things That were so unreal Making our own stories Playing our
Traducción: Sister Hazel. Correndo pelos campos (Para Jeffrey).
Traducción: Sister Hazel. Correr pelos campos.