paroles de chanson Babies on the Sun / Morning Hollow - Sparklehorse

The sound of your voice
Rose graves of cats
The pounding of your steps
Woke caves of bats
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Your first burning breath
Was a symphony
And a ship full of horses
Was going down at sea
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
Babies on the sun
On the sun, on the sun
On the sun, on the sun
On the sun
In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years too big to hold
She don′t get up when I come into the room
She don't run through the fields anymore
Built a fire in the kitchen
Made her bed by the stove
Took a walk to the graveyard
But she didn′t want to go
She don't worry all them murders of crows
Even though they was always out of reach
She don't get up when I come into the room
She don′t run through the fields anymore