Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stripping Cane, artist - Jeffrey Foucault. Album song Stripping Cane, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 12.07.2004
Record label: Signature Sounds
Song language: English
Stripping Cane |
| There’s no more room for angels |
| To dance or even stand |
| Upon this pin entangled |
| Bleeding sugar from our hands |
| Bleeding ashes from our feet |
| Won’t you help me count my sheep |
| Won’t you help me count my sheep tonight |
| You make your heart a decoration |
| It’s like a broken violin |
| So carefully made empty |
| Taking only silence in |
| Taking saccharine to kill your pain |
| Won’t you help me stripping cane |
| Won’t you help me stripping cane tonight |
| Stripping cane for something sweet |
| Stripping cane, a man complete is born |
| His heart a thing to hold both dark and light |
| Stripping cane, no tongue can tell |
| The silent ring of this empty bell |
| Won’t you tell me fare thee well |
| Fare thee well tonight |
| I’ve got nowhere to go now |
| I’m like a bird in an eclipse |
| And the grammar of our bodies |
| Breathing poems to our lips |
| Breathing verses out of rhyme |
| Won’t you help me killing time |
| Won’t you help me killing time tonight |
| There’s no more room for angels |
| To dance or even stand |
| Upon this pin entangled |
| Bleeding sugar from our hands |
| Bleeding ashes from our feet |
| Won’t you help me count my sheep |
| Won’t you help me count my sheep tonight |
| Won’t you help me count my sheep tonight |
| Won’t you help me |