Yann Tiersen Dried Sea
Our trouble
Come for me
I row a dried up sea
Trouble tore at my sleep(sleeve?)
I row a dried up sea
Ribbons to hide my face
Shame does not come to claim
Trouble tore at my sleep(sleeve?)
I row a dried up sea
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
You can manage
Never you mind
Well....fuck that (?)
I fail to explain (?)
Never you mind
You can manage
And never you mind
If, when you stand (?)
Would you sleep (? )
Never you mind
You can manage
If you try
You can manage
You can manage
You can manage
If you try
