Tatted Lace

(альбом: To Be Still - 2009)

Gold 'round those fingers shone
Bound for to carry home
Fond of the flattest field
But you know there are bones buried deep down below

Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away
Oh! So far away

Novels we don't write
Hearts been lost in fight
Skin in the black of night
Love is a sinking kite

Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away
Oh! So far away

Gold 'round those fingers shone
Bound for to carry home
Suitcase filled with stone
Snow keeps me alone

Suitcase filled with stone
Snow keeps me alone
All alone