CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : A Pocket of Time
We lived in a pocket of Time
It was close, it was warm
Along the dark seam of the river
The houses, the barns, the two churches
Hid like white crumbs
In a fluff of gray willows and elms
Till Time made one of his gestures;
His nails scratched the shingled roof
Roughly his hand reached in
And tumbled us out
It was close, it was warm
Along the dark seam of the river
The houses, the barns, the two churches
Hid like white crumbs
In a fluff of gray willows and elms
Till Time made one of his gestures;
His nails scratched the shingled roof
Roughly his hand reached in
And tumbled us out
