Telefon tel Aviv - At the Edge of the World You Will Still Float
How does it measure up?
Was I good enough?
I’ll never know…
And if it’s meant to be,
What will it mean to me?
I never want to know…
Always headstrong calling me home
There was a place I belonged.
And as I fill my cup
I wonder how I had enough
And I’m not sure…
What will be, will be
Not without some mystery
That I’m sure…
Always headstrong calling me home
There was a place I belonged.
Always headstrong calling me home
There was a place I belonged.
