歌词
Had a circular saw blade
Where I should have had a heart
You catch you bought you flow for so long
I was trusted I adored her
And I tore it all apart
I show you try to stop since along you own
Twin moons on a millpond
From a tumbledown barn
Forever of your name should silver gravity
I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms
I could fold to the cold of
These January streets
Keep a hand around the fickle fame of morning after
But your smile in the half-light was
Pure pillow print cheek
And the angle tangle in the very gloss of heaven
I will be far away for a while
But my heart's staying put
Warming and guarding and guiding
The one that I love
Warming and guarding and guiding
The one that I love
The silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard
Fifty souls to a carriage I'm trying hard to be ignored
Then my telephone shakes into life and I see your name
And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train
And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train
And the wheat fields explode into gold