Hunters

Hunters - Motorama

Run with two branches in hands

To the house in the forest where your father once lived

Through the leaves down the hill with white rabbits and owls

And she said there is no hunters here

Run with a picture in hand

To the house in the forest where your father once lived

Through the leaves down the hill with white rabbits and owls

And she said and he said there is no hunters here hunters here

And my clothes are completely wet

Will you tell not to worry

There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar

And my clothes are completely wet

Will you tell not to worry

There's a taste in my mouth of a cedar

Can you see foliage in her hands

Can you see diamonds in her hair

Can you see foliage in her hands

Can you see diamonds in her hair

Can you see foliage in her hands

Can you see diamonds in her hair

Can you see foliage in her hands

Can you see the diamonds in her hands