歌词语境宇宙
Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
another bow another breath this brilliant chill's come for the shackle
With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers
Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
another bow another breath this brilliant chill's come for the shackle
With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers