Song | Farewell |
Artist | Buffalo Killers |
Album | Dig. Sow. Love. Grow. |
We feel pains when you smile, | |
When you talk, set words on fire. | |
Lay down, see what remains, | |
All ashamed and all unwell. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
Good morning, my lady well, | |
Looks they drained my pain and left. | |
Before golden drum, farewell, my lady bell. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
Farewell, my lady bell, | |
You’re my saint. | |
Farewell, my lady well. |
We feel pains when you smile, | |
When you talk, set words on fire. | |
Lay down, see what remains, | |
All ashamed and all unwell. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
Good morning, my lady well, | |
Looks they drained my pain and left. | |
Before golden drum, farewell, my lady bell. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
There was no luck in mine, | |
So they ran away. | |
Farewell, my lady bell, | |
You' re my saint. | |
Farewell, my lady well. |