Woorden: Made Out Of Babies. Fed.

It's just a little bit quiet And the air is sweet and so cold and now it's just getting started running straight to my head Drown in here shuffles of dry ing straw that's got my full attention it goes to work heading straight to my head when I did you wrong and all those words not quite light as lead It's right up front and fed All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made straight for my head but the window was closed and shutting down tight but you stayed sweet to the end and straight through the end had all those words not quite light as lead and broke down instead and wild and red not quite light as lead running straight to the end It's right up front and fed