Pretty strays for hopeless lovers With grace in mind Empty days filled up with promises that you deny Flooded creek, now still and quiet Deep and black The bed is smooth The bank is scavenged Swept all that's past Time will bury all these years While the rustlings in your ear (?) Under mountain a century Under ocean a memory If my love should fail and falter If the horses balk and if my luck should take me -- For the -- If days and nights are inked and numbered Can you call the count If morning breaks like words that shatter on this hollow ground Time will bury all these years While the -- rings in your ear Under mountain a century Under ocean a memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
