Spin me a yarn and draw me inside If you make me believe, I will come to you Tell me a lie and string me along Put your hands on my eyes and hold tight when you
Pin me down, oh so tight By my phantom wrists Tourniquet, stop the bleeding The arms that held him, now they're gone
Promise me hope and help me to cope In this town of nine gates in its final throes Bring me supplies of blankets and hides Put me into old newspaper clothes
Turn me out to the field and untie me Tourniquet, stop the bleeding The arms that held him, now they're gone
Now they're goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
