Текст песни Morphine Girl - Mandolin Orange

Head was hung low and you sandals much older
And as records spin, time tip-toes back
Bones on a thread, far from your shoulders
Stitch in the seam between the earth and the sky

You're wearing the soul of a coalminer's daughter
Down in a hole singing your song
A kick in the wind, back in some holler
Patching up holes in the setting sun

We are the ones that hang by the needle
Stuck in a groove cut by your hand
Wrapped in a cloak, safe in the shadows
A cavalry's arc cast over the land

The cracks in the sound and the hiss of the silence
The kiss of death and the palest blue
The Seventh hopes that grow for to warn us
Morphine girl and the sword of truth

We are the ones that hang by the needle
Stuck in a groove cut by your hand
Wrapped in a cloak safe in the shadows
The cavalry's arc cast over the land