Lying very still
underneath the Sun
Waiting for the cool of
the night to come
I pick up a stone
Press it in my palms
Throw it out to sea
and count wishes
Ketto
de Bonobo
Lying very still
underneath the Sun
Waiting for the cool of
the night to come
I pick up a stone
Press it in my palms
Throw it out to sea
and count wishes
