Light you on fire make a funeral pyre
Light you on fire make a funeral pyre
like tumbleweed) And the mealy worms in the brine will burn in the salty pyre, among the fauns and ferns. And the love we hold, and the love we spurn, will never grow cold only taciturn. And I'll tell you tomorrow. Sadie, go on home now. And bless those who sicken below;
like tumbleweed ) And the mealy worms in the brine will burn in the salty pyre , among the fauns and ferns . And the love we hold , and the love we spurn , will never grow cold only taciturn . And I'll tell you tomorrow . Sadie , go on home now . And bless those who sicken below ;