6 acessos
Gold 'round those fingers shone
Bound for to carry home
Fond of the flattest field
But you know there are bones buried deep down below
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away, Oh! So far away
Novels we don't write
Hearts been lost in fight
Skin in the black of night
Love is a sinking kite
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away, Oh! So far away
Gold 'round those fingers shone
Bound for to carry home
Suitcase filled with stone
Snow keeps me alone
Suitcase filled with stone
Snow keeps me alone
All alone