@migu music@

The sound of your voice

Rose graves of cats

The pounding of your steps

Woke caves of bats

(La La La)

Babies on the sun

Babies on the sun

Your first burning breath

Was a symphony

(La La La)

And a ship full of horses

Was going down at sea

(La La La)

Babies on the sun

Babies on the sun

(unintelligible...I want- I want a dog...uninteligible)

Babies on the sun

Babies on the sun

On the sun, on the sun

On the sun, on the sun

On the sun

Morning hollow

In the silver morning hollow

Trembling and getting old

Smelling burnt oil of heaven

About ten years, too big to hold

She don't get up when I come into the room

She don't run through the fields anymore

Built a fire in the kitchen

Made her bed by a stove

Took a walk to the graveyard

But she didn't want to go

She don't worry all them murders of crows

Even though they was always out of reach

She don't get up when I come into the room

She don't run through the fields anymore