♣️The Whispering Giant
You stood through winters, counting every quiet year. Branches like a heartbeat, soft, but always near. Pre-Chorus And no one heard your
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You stood through winters, counting every quiet year. Branches like a heartbeat, soft, but always near. Pre-Chorus And no one heard your
Lyrics A sky that smells like snow, the streets are shining glass, and on the radio plays Chris Rea — Driving Home
The road bends through the quiet hills The sky is heavy, but it breathes I carry wood and six old strings And