Letras
If I was the gold, If I was the rust
If I was the gale blowing up the dust
I would rather be simple and pure
Elemental being of this much I'm sure
If I was the water, creeping on the shore
If I was the island, bursting with growth
I would rather be simple and pure
Elemental being of this much I'm sure
If I was the ember, the ash upon the clay
If I was worthless would you let me stay
I would rather be simple and pure
An elemental being of this much I'm sure