ane brun
wooden body
When I rest my chest On this wooden body, Feel my soul pore through my moth So that everyone can hear it Come out. That's when I know what it is about, That's when I realize How coincident made me find this one thing inside of me Aiaha, aiaha That's when I know what it is about, That's when I realize Realize, realize When I rest my chest On this wooden body, Feel my soul pore through my mouth So that everyone can hear it Come out, Come out That's when I know what it is about, That's when I realize Realize, realize