Вершы: Jesse Harris. Crooked Lines. Sand And Glass.

The road outside where you crashed
The changing tide
See it from the place you passed from sand to glass
Winter weeks of books and jazz
Seemed so bleak
Living in the place you passed from sand to glass
Sand to glass
On the floor paint was splashed
And once more it?s the only thing that lasts
From sand to glass
Sand to glass
Sand to glass