Текст песни Harvest Home - Mark Lanegan

Happy in my harvest home
Walking the floors with the ghosts all alone
Happy that I'm made of stone
The grief that I cause is my cause to atone

Now black is a color
Black is my name
When I need something to help me chase the devil away

The house on fire
The fraying high wire
Nothing to say
The sky so grey
I reap
I sow
My harvest
My home

Happy in my harvest home
Walking the floors with the ghosts all alone
Happy that I'm made of stone
The grief that I cause is my cause to atone

Now black is a color
Black is my name
When I need something to help me chase the devil away

The house on fire
The fraying high wire
Nothing to say
The sky so grey
I reap
I sow
My harvest
My home

The house on fire
The fraying high wire
Nothing to say
The sky so grey
I reap
I sow
My harvest
My home