Lletres:
Ray Mona

Traducció: Ray, Mona. La vida és difícil per als somiadors.

Traducció: Ray, Mona. Que es mostren maldestres d'afecte.

Traducció: Ray, Mona. The Getaway.

Winter is here and Im breathing unsteady Already Im waiting for the call Holding me up and holding my hands Whispering all of our plans This cold air

She keeps her hands pinned down at their sides No sign of moving on or moving at all And we all look away, while something in me dies It always does

And its all Ive got to tell you what Im thinking about Like a word or soft or sweet complexion could eradicate all doubt And send it all away She says