The dirt is soft, the air is clean. the lawn is
growing nice and green. The ditch is undetectable.
No one can see my memory placed in a hole. If I
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/TTju]need to remember again, I've got my plough and
nothing more. Instead, I'll plant a hedge nearby.
Something to take root and grow. But with my luck,
it'll probably die.