Fold Ii
Motherfolk
Letra

In the middle of it all
Are you happy with what you've done?
Are you happy at all?
In the middle of it

'Cause you made us bound to fall
To break and crumble at your call
To crumble just at all
You made us

I 'd like to walk on streets of gold
Reach my hand out, find yours there to hold
And you tell me along, that I was your Fold
And you tell me along, that I was your Fold
Yours only to hold