Stay with me as we wind through eucalyptus trees. The wind’s in your hair, and we’re leaving it all behind. We’ll call these mountains home as we’re sleeping under stars…the color of your soul and mine are the same.
Stay with me as we wind through eucalyptus trees. The wind’s in your hair, and we’re leaving it all behind. We’ll call these mountains home as we’re sleeping under stars…the color of your soul and mine are the same.