Hunters - Motorama
Run with two branches in hands
To the house in the forest where your father once lived
Through the leaves down the hill with white rabbits and owls
And she said there is no hunters here
Run with a picture in hand
To the house in the forest where your father once lived
Through the leaves down the hill with white rabbits and owls
And she said and he said there is no hunters here hunters here
And my clothes are completely wet
Will you tell not to worry
There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar
And my clothes are completely wet
Will you tell not to worry
There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar
Can you see foliage in her hands
Can you see diamonds in her hair
Can you see foliage in her hands
Can you see diamonds in her hair
Can you see foliage in her hands
Can you see diamonds in her hair
Can you see foliage in her hands
Can you see the diamonds in her hands
