Martin John Henry
Текст песни Breathing Space

In a land far away
There is hope on a beach
In a broch
In my thoughts
I will feed every day with itself
With my present state
With my heart on a lead
I could fall in a hole
I could drive the circumference
A piano broken up into parts
Is a car that sits still

I am here in a sky
In a lead part that I didn't write
Every word I will feed
With the thought of a home
On a hill
Under trees
All alone
I'll sustain every year
I will grow every hope I have