Haven, Mass CDQ 가사

Cobbled to you trail Bevel thru the speech In the harbors I was... Hanging on (with drum) Cradled wrought and weak Hardly aching for your drum I'll be able when your air born Peddle all the marble Tellem all be missing me Fought from a halter I am back from baltic (now) its been raining You Are haven, dear Pound in north face eyes Center's sable Just like cinders in a prairie fire Pave in the broad Charring up the tall trees mawed'em Well its maple for their deputy Got another novel And id wash down ravines You're main in How that you have altered Sure is to some fine degree Its not careening I am habing You Are haven, dear