Текст песни Courtney Swain - Silver Needle Of Pine

Текст:

SILVER NEEDLE OF PINE Every day in the dim lit room He felt her skin turn white Cold and moist like dead fish Staring out of tarnished water. He cast his line To bring her back to her mind, Silver needle of pine Tapped above her lip. Am I ready to go? You're not ready to go. Her static breath began to hum Soon rushing out in song, Then tumbled out a skull-full of tears Was it joy or something wrong. The agony of waking up the dead, Silver needle of pine Tapped above his lip. I'm ready for you to go, It's too late to go...

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