Secret stories dampened huts allow, Sweat and salt upon my brow But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Open hearts tell many tales Which the fading moon unveils But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Carried on through timeless space By melodies of haunting grace When the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Hearts and souls, a humming hive, … Shaken weiterlesen