The Decemberists (Indie/Folk Rock) - Summersong | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• The Decemberists (Indie/Folk Rock)
• Summersong

Rambling, where to begin?
I tasted summer on your peppery skin
Been saved, the warm of the waves
I felt a slip into a watery grave

My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She’s grand, the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand

And summer arrives with a length of light
And summer blows away and quietly gets swallowed by a wave

Waylaid, the din of the day
Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay
In deep, far beneath
All the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep

The Decemberists (Indie/Folk Rock) еще тексты