Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
[Verse]
Seven Sundays, late for front steps
Sitting warm in the midday block
Little bare feet, dirty forehead
I can see where your train will stop
[Verse]
At the point of several mountains
Sold from one to another tribe
Just a basket baby waiting
Towering at only three feet high
[Chorus]
I know
[Verse]
Seven Sundays, late for front steps
Sitting warm in the midday block
Little bare feet, dirty forehead
I can see where your train will stop
[Verse]
At the point of several mountains
Sold from one to another tribe
Just a basket baby waiting
Towering at only three feet high
[Chorus]
I know