Glass Palace — Walkabouts, The: текст песни

A crooked road on a country mile

The widow walks from a letter found A crooked road on a country mile (And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief The widow walks from a letter found (That) what's done is done and it's dine for good (and) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief

(that) what's done is done and it's dine for good Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours Afterwards The truth it blurs Aftershocks in afterhours O glass palace The truth it blurs O glass palace O glass palace

O glass palace Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave

The bullets flew, his luck it finally came Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave That crooked road was long and he would never see it The bullets flew, his luck it finally came Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed That crooked road was long and he would never see it

Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours Afterwards The truth it blurs Aftershocks in afterhours O glass palace The truth it blurs O glass palace O glass palace Heard it all O glass palace I heard it shatter Heard it all

I heard it shatter Afterwards