Text Písně: Highway - Ingrid Michaelson

On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years.
The radio waxes romantic. It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears.

We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.

6 pounds and 7 ounces. A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you.
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands, grew larger than my hands ever grew.

We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.

On a highway. On a highway.

Další písničky hudební skupiny Ingrid Michaelson:

Ingrid Michaelson - Let Go
Ingrid Michaelson - Masochist
Ingrid Michaelson - Men Of Snow
Ingrid Michaelson - Morning Lullabies
Ingrid Michaelson - Overboard

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Ingrid Michaelson:

Ingrid Michaelson - Corner Of Your Heart
Ingrid Michaelson - Keep Breathing
Ingrid Michaelson - Around You
Ingrid Michaelson - Breakable
Ingrid Michaelson - Charlie