There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years She's lost in isolation She talks about her
There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her
译文: Opeth的. 多年孤立.
: There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her
Rudy's on the midway And Jacob's in the hole THe monkey's on the ladder The devil shovels coal With crows as big as airplanes The lion has three heads
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Well, Jesus will be here Be here soon he's gonna cover us up with leaves With a blanket from the moon With a promise and a vow And a lullaby for my brow
Sane, sane, they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sack luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry
Well Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead he sold used office furniture out there
Hang on st. christopher through the smoke and the oil Buckle down the rumble seat let the radiator boil got an overhead downshift and a two dollar grill
The bats are in the belfry the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before Chorus: It's
She's my only true love she's all that I think of look here in my wallet that's her She grew up on a farm there there's a place on my arm where I've written
Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner in the pouring rain 16 men
No shadow No stars No moon No care November It only believes In a pile of dead leaves And a moon That's the color of bone No prayers for November To
