Song | And The Racket They Made |
Artist | King Creosote |
Album | Bombshell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
And your words chased round and round in my head | |
Last night | |
They chased their own tales | |
And your words jigged round my mind all night | |
To look at me now, I'm quiet as sound | |
And the tide shrinks back into its womb | |
And I hope the empty shells and bones of your stories | |
Will litter and clutter the shores | |
And I hope that when I find them | |
I'll remember how they danced | |
And the racket they made | |
When they were alive |