- cifra
I am a child
It is a gift that my mother gave me
Watching the pavement
Stretch out and fade
You gave me
Along the highway
They look to see
The nature of the crash
To see the body
And it is time
We're on our way
I wonder
Whether you realize
How much I love you
Today, the land
Is slightly wider than the sky
And we are driving
Oh, life
Life in the tunnel
Made of the Sun frame
