Вершы: Breeders. Opened.

Walking on his highways
We leave the land
And float inside the dark, black water
Robin flies again, Robin flies again

She flew low over the highways
And I saw the wind
Blowing back her Barbie Doll hair
Robin flies again, Robin flies again

And in a kitchen in Kentucky
She thinks she's Peter Pan
And in the bottom of a concrete basement
Robin flies again, Robin flies again