Letras:
Amy Millan Masters Of The Burial

Lyin' under a broken bridge A heart, a mouth with nothing to give You came, you saw, you draw Out the evenin', out the evenin' Thieves steal the mood

He stood in the doorway Holdin' his head half-past low You could still feel the perfume Hangin' at the end of the hall She tried to fight it She kept

Love of mine, someday you will die I will be close behind, follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Our hands clasped

It got cold tonight Rusted and restless tonight Though we're losin' sight I'll find my way back to you It got worse tonight Crooked and cursed tonight

It's not what you thought What are the reasons for believing Believing a body heads south 'Cause your mouth on my mouth A fire I just can't put out

Later here this morning If the crowds hold back the rain I'll declare my intent To race again Baby, I've done running I've cut myself a deal I gave