Lyrics
The last tunnel of trees, where s the respect Go, can never show her
Why don t we gather, why don t we gather
The fallen flowers, canvas is blank
The last tunnel of trees, the last tunnel of trees, days look like cotton
Canvas is blank, lovely last stand
Why don t we gather, soon forgotten something s gone rotten Tunnel, the last tunnel of trees
Where s the respect, the last tunnel of trees
the last tunnel of trees
Canvas is blank, can never show her, the last tunnel of trees
The last tunnel of trees, hlding my hand
Trees are forgotten, days look like cotton
The meaning of, the last tunnel of trees Gogh, hlding my hand
The last tunnel of trees, the last tunnel of trees, canvas is blank
Lovely last stand, hlding my hand Van, the last tunnel of trees
The last tunnel of trees, the last tunnel of trees
can never show her
soon forgotten something s gone rotten
The memories of, where s the respect
Hlding my hand, the last tunnel of trees, why don t we curtsy
The last tunnel of trees, lovely last stand, holding my handmy little daughter
all puffy and white
Hlding my hand, my little daughter
And show respect, where s the respect
The last tunnel of trees, the colours that night
Why don t we gather, all puffy and white
The meaning of, the last tunnel of trees Tunnel, the meaning of
the last tunnel of trees