Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below
Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
Novels we don't write Hearts been lost in flight Skin in the black of night Love is a sinking kite
Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained, oh Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Suitcase filled with stones Snow keeps me alone
Suitcase filled with stones Snow keeps me alone, all alone All alone, all alone All alone, all alone, all alone