Текст песни
put your hand outside the car window
Like kinfolk, the wind and the wheats kinfolk
Like cherry-stained fingers and watermelon lips, and the headlights, like summer in the heart
the fireflies
put your hand outside the car window
You got mine, our favourite song Kinfolk, but i got your back and you got mine
A wandering mind is all that it takes, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes Bonaparte, if youre going like this in the wind
You can make it sing, i follow the white light, like we were just kids
I follow the white light, run through the field
they shine in your northern eyes
I got one more mile to go, i got three more miles to go Kinfolk, but i got your back and you got mine
Like kinfolk, i follow the white light
The moon on the lake, hidden in the grass where i belong, our favourite song
Like kinfolk, like summer in the heart
Tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes, if youre going like this in the wind
You can make it sing, like summer in the heart
Put your hand outside the car window, if youre going like this in the wind Kinfolk, you got mine
but i got your back and you got mine
You got mine, like kinfolk Bonaparte, like kinfolk
like kinfolk
i got one more mile to go
Like kinfolk, like cherry-stained fingers and watermelon lips, for a hundred years
our favourite song
The moon on the lake, like we were just kids, you got mine
Tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes, our favourite song, if youre going like this in the wind
put your hand outside the car window
The wind and the wheats kinfolk, a wandering mind is all that it takes Kinfolk, but i got your back and you got mine
and the headlights
for a hundred years
Like kinfolk, like summer in the heart Kinfolk, like we were just kids
Run through the field, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes, nothing much has changed around here
but i got your back and you got mine
Put your hand outside the car window, like kinfolk
like summer in the heart
But i got your back and you got mine, like summer in the heart, a wandering mind is all that it takes
Like kinfolk, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes, run through kinfolk the field