Тексты песен Woven Hand

it's always cold when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone she's always gone too long any time she goes away ain't no sunshine when she's gone in this house just ain't my home any time she goe

Slota Prow It reads lame now written down It is frail now that it makes its sound Of the past i have been living As to cast myself aside As is the custom As is the custom The shine of crime Left lying

shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room lowly is the dust trustworthy the broom white lady growlin on a chain peacock caw the sound of my lover's name the tone was pure and played on gut

we hit the floor just like her blue silk slip dark puritan rose to the curve ofher hip I did not know it was too much too much for me to handle to be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy cand