All our lives we've been here Close to the center of the largest grinding gear Things we knew, we know 'cause we stayed near You were my love for all of my best years
Rifles crack; their lonesome sound For 20 miles outside of town Tears fall on my muddy feet I quiver as the pulleys squeak As they lower you so slowly in the ground
Your niece she sang an angel's song and, Love, I hope it won't be long Hannah, I hope it won't be longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
