The whispers cut like hard rain Like sugar in a hurricane Like tears from a gun All blood and sun Well the holes from your pretty swords I fill them up with hush Hush words And I hum Shut your wings little flower Shut your wings Little flower
And fearing no-one He said "Bow unto me" But no-one could hear him So great was the grinding and gnashing of wings Shut your wings little flower Shut your wings
---- (Lane/Beale, Harvey) Released on 'Dirty Sings', Re-released on 'Dirty Pearl'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
