Baby, don't leave me So dark and heavy on the vine You say you don't need me Did lips ever really need the wine?
Loneliness is a good guest When we're young I'm kept between the bridle And being built to run, and still
I'd come to your call I'd come to your call
The gates are heavy, the faucet's loose I live in my own temple to the muse Where I keep all my treasures, a few books I've read I sleep on the floor 'til you pat on the bed
I'd come to your call I'd come to your callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
