
Date of issue: 14.08.2011
Song language: English
Fist Hold |
I held your fists inside my mouth |
Kept them warm and out of the sun |
Your fingers are waves |
Roaring and near |
Casually breaking in old wooden doors |
Like sweats and tears |
I can’t wait to grow gray and old |
Complain that the youth never do what they’re told |
Remember my loves and think about god |
Wait around to die and be remembered as cold |
I kept your wrists, right by my side |
For when it’s too cold and I can’t use mine |
Oh my dear |
I know a man who loves like a king |
Smiles with teeth as light as his skin |
Smile for me |
I can’t wait to grow grey and old |
Complain that youth never do what they’re told |
Remember my loves and think about god |
Wait to die and be remembered as cold |