Maxime Paquay - Vocals
Bastien Ranschaert - Accordion
Timothée Bruyninx - Drums
François Paquay - Guitare
Ben Bruyninx - Keyboard


- LYRICS -

She can smile like no one does today
Now she reads through glass the lines at the end of a note
With the same grace into her hands
She’s raised seedlings among her own her own life through

Shelling beans one by one
Like beads made out of memories
Home is gone and so are they
The good old days

He can smile, like no one does today, (anymore)
Now he speaks so loud, but keeps still the same tenderness
With the same dirt under his nails
He's raised houses before his own his own life through

Shelling beans one by one
Like seeds made out of memories
Home is gone and So are they
The good old they

свернуть