Too Young Ripe, Too Young Rotten

(альбом: The Ruffian's Misfortune - 2015)

She lights a candle to the black Madonna
She don't care now what the Baptists think
She wants something a whole lot stronger
Than a cross hanging on a chain

She wears the ink of a sparrow
On the hand that holds a match
Her words sparkle like flint and silver
She sings as soft as dust and ash

Too young ripe, too young rotten
Needles and tread, lining and cotton
May my sins be forgotten
Too young ripe, too young rotten

She feels more years than she has lived
As she hangs her jeans on the bedpost
She shares her breath now only with the darkness
She owns a wilder heart than most

Too young ripe, too young rotten
Needles and tread, lining and cotton
May my sins be forgotten
Too young ripe, too young rotten