I dug you up this morning and took you home. To have you here beside me cold but close, I made my mind up last night that heaven just can't have you.
I made you breakfast but you would not eat, So I took your black dress off and washed you clean. I made my mind up last night that heaven just can't have you.
The sheets are creased from your last day, A silhouette of where you laid. They'll find your headstone in the yard with your black dress and my guitar. I'll carry you back to your grave where you and I will always stay. I close the casket, it gets dark, they'll find us in each others arms.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
