(R. Martin)
On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time
It can't be blamed
For trying
A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting
Was met with silence.
She can't be blamed
For trying.
In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle
It's her home now
It's home now
Home
Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if I could
But I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying
1 | Lonesome Town |
2 | Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered |
3 | Play For Me |
4 | These Bones Are Yours Alone |
5 | I'd Like To Think It's Coming |