Cut my teeth on sweetgrass Still I have this taste for bitterness Maybe I was born with it
Rains(?) of milk and honey coulda run through my body. Sweetest ghosts could haunt me.
Oh...
Have you seen a fire cutting through wild forest? Burning heart(?) has forced it
Pleading, "Save me from my sin" Oh I fear I'll hurt someone else And my flames grow so tall I can't see you at all
Stand helpless(?)
Way up in the deep, in the dark sea No one will follow me No one will follow me
Cut my teeth on sweetgrass Still I have this taste for bitterness Think that I was born with itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
