Morning Hollow — текст песни (Sparklehorse)





in the silver morning hollow
trembling and getting old
smelling burnt oil of heaven
about ten years, too big to hold

she don`t get up when I come into the room
she don`t run through the fields anymore

built a fire in the kitchen
made her bed by a stove
took a walk to the graveyard
but she didn`t want to go

she don`t worry all them murders of crows
even though they was always out of reach

she don`t get up when I come into the room
she don`t run through the fields anymore



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