I had been wandering long Came across your, oh, so delicate, delicate frame Brittle boned you sat crouched and decayed Two hundred years or more Wrinkled map on skin on floor
Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood
Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the dark, darkest of days
Lay your head down next to mine Till your dust is the clay on which we lie We are dug up and dusted yet again Dug up and dusted And sent on our way
Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood
Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the dark, darkest of daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
