Тексты песен Shivaree

There’s a nail in the door And there’s glass on the lawn Tacks on the floor And the tv is on And I always sleep with my guns When you’re gone There’s a blade by the bed And a phone in my hand

There's a nail in the door And there's glass on the lawn Tacks on the floor And the TV is on And I always sleep with my guns When you're gone There's a blade by the bed And a phone in my hand A dog on

It's so romantic The neighborhood's littered with white gloves The flowers were hand picked They're taping up paper doves And it's hard to think When everything's red and pink It's hard to eat When ev

There is a land I know where lovers go and flowers grow forever more; where time is standing still and lovers fill the quiet places by the shore. We will cross a rainbow to a place where we'll be free

On the way to work one morning Down the path along side the lake A tender hearted woman Found a poor half-frozen snake His pretty colored skin Had been all frosted with the dew Poor thing she