You, me and Road Again

look, there is a new sun again, shining to the grave of the twin tree, baby birds are waiting their mom at the side of the window again Rain of the spring clean is washing roads again, bottles are opening from the hands of numerous losses so you, and me and the road again we are hugging our pure hearts at the end of flee look, there is a new sun again, shining to the grave of the twin tree, baby birds are waiting their mom at the side of the window again Rain of the spring clean is washing roads again, bottles are opening from the hands of numerous losses so you, and me and the road again we are hugging our pure hearts at the end of lias we are hugging our pure hearts at the end of flee we are hugging our pure hearts at the end of life