Doves के बोल

And every time we have to part. I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard. I dig a hole in search of kites. I lose my grip oh how that string it bites. And the dogs they dip my feet, they make me watch the girls the dancing queens. I am not the one to blame I am not the horse(?!) in this here game. I found the broom I found the crease the waters warm hot with disease. An Untimely demise I�m still watching the world through your eye. Your insides were never my size. In the car in the drive oh. I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name