This suit of clay I wear Has a sleeve across my mouth And the roots of trees that bind you Are to keep you way down south For you can not touch a state of mind Love cannot keep you warm You left my life outside the door Or down upon the road The type of place like heaven Where nothings ever sold Still you fail to see the reason why You get so very cold This house Is a poor house Gutter stained footsteps On nowhere stairs And the window pulled open so wide It's all you can do but to come inside She: Struck that slap-shack bare Struck that slap-shack bare Struck that slap-shack bare Forgive me my trespasses baby And take me back home There was a time Every starry sky Drank with me Drank with me And I could've cried, yeah I could've cried This house you built for me Is colder now than you And the fragments of the birthday cake Lie on the farther side of grace How does it feel to be loved Forgive me my trespasses baby And take me back home There was a time Every starry sky Drank with me And I could've cried She spits like a child Fire putting out fire Wont pay for the right to live There's no-one else left For her to forgive (Once upon a time I shared a vacant lot With an "always hurting real bad" child Dirt stones and trees were good to us She was spat out and snuffed Round this here corner town Did the darndest of things by proxy And her name still Pare me down to a sole cold bone Put it down to a bone cold soul Some pretty sorry prayer.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
