Letras:
The Bluebells

: Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays

Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays

Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays

: Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees

with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know you?re right Everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell

He'll leave a trace Of warmth in some ones heart Or a smile upon their face He's the bluebell man He's the bluebell man Bluebell man

met by complete chance In a bluebell field I'd like to hold you tight Hold you close Cover your mouth Burn all your clothes Chorus Walkin naked thru a bluebell

The scares we prayed for and was given to rape the mission of the impaled desiples and worship him again We nailed the enemy dream hopefully and fear

Tradução: Wolf, Patrick. El Bluebell.