Drink to our demolished home
Wher loss resides alone
Like a widow by the radio
Child, childhood is a place
Where sorrow comes of age
A widow by the radio
Try to understand
I couldn't hold your hand
I couldn't even hold a gun
Surely we could find
A reason or a sign
That everything's not gone for good
Autumn whispers through the trees
Cheap things to her and me
But patience wears a uniform
Nature take care of your sons
I think they have become
The Darlings of the universe
Try to understand
I couldn't hold your hand
I couldn't even hold a gun
Surely we could hide
A reason or a sigh
That everything is gone for good.
1 | Sandriam |
2 | The Hunchback Of San Francisco |
3 | Stop Breathing |
4 | Wise Man's Blues |
5 | Genevieve (The Pilot Of Your Thighs) |
6 | Ordinary Day |
7 | Weeping Tree |
8 | Ava |
9 | Native New-yorker |
10 | When I'm Over You |