Texty:
Six Pence None The Richer Sixpence None The Richer

You must be the seed Descend into the earth Searching for the union Of death and then rebirth But I need love It is patience, it is kindness I need love

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight

You and the moon are a beautiful sight to me The stars in your eyes make it really hard to see you A night in the sun is all I really want You and me

Leaves are falling, and something's calling me here. The state of depression that I'm walking in, Got the impression that I won't stay here long. I know

There she goes There she goes again Racing through my brain And I just can't contain This feeling that remains There she goes There she goes again Pulsing

Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta El viento de la noche gira en el cielo Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma