I speak to the rosaries They told me of my father's death They spoke through plastic and wore my neck so I can see the truth The grim stalked above his bed and clenched his heart 'til it drowned his lungs Oh mother, please don't cry
I speak to the rosaries They told me of our home's demise They spoke in cryptic tongues and sewn their words to my ears The grim stalks above us all and counts us down ‘til our final breath Oh mother, please don't die
Present tense, my future seems irrelevant And I get to chooseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
