Brackett, WI

歌詞

An easy swing had its time shouldered Slow bending axe And now it's a photo framed The swing hasn't had it And here we are rebuilding roads Right by roosting towns It's just like the love The one that's never been enough So I'm counting on your fingers 'Cause you've reattached the twitch And even if you want opinion I would die along the ditches And every summer is a hot token To the cold, cold take of lust And every autumn singes With the business of sadness Our friend had it wrong they see Honey heaven burns And the curve in the counting Is never served So I'm counting on your fingers 'Cause you've reattached the twitch And even if you want opinion I would die along the ditches