Postures Bent şarkı sözleri

All our Days have Falling, spin Tatter, ringing Wooden sheds Lining up in perfect rows Our postures bent Oh, mine and yours All the Leaders Seasons change Burning in our cartons Singing stories in our ears Pulling, pulling at our wills When we Burn our candles down Gather our, unions songs Faces white with paper, reed Loving in our frail tears