Sing for Me 가사

mama's lying on the rotten ground there under the tree there were the stars in her eyes and goldfingers in her hair and I climbed over the garden wall found her swelling in the well pulled her out onto the grass and laid curlies to her face to her face, to her face, to her face, to her face my mama's going to be gone soon, saw her fall like a fountain of dust she used to play me around the corner she chased me to my soft, soft bed soft soft bed, soft soft bed, soft soft bed