Prairee / Oyster
Pablo Traine
The prairees will go
I'm almost sure
The road is nearly free
The prairees still feel their past behind
The mountains of green fields
While we're all alone
Silence is king
Oysters will go on the green shore
They're hanging over me
They're healing and waving lonely hands
And they're all across the sea
And now we're almost there
Sunrise can begin
The feeling's in the air
Love has just begun
