Look beyond the broken bottles Past the rotting wooden stairs Root out the wine-dark honeyed center Not everyone can live like millionaires
Look through the air-thin walls Tear up the floorboards, strip the paint Go over every inch of space With the patience of a saint
Grab your hat Get your coat The cellar door Is an open throat
Look past the kitchen cabinets Go through the chest of drawers Scrutinize the casements Rip the varnish off the doors
Dig up the laughing photographs They're here somewhere or other Take what you can carry But let me tell you, brother
Still waters go stagnant Bodies bloat And the cellar door Is an open throatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
