of resentment or scorn He's pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war? The rains, the bridle
[Sage Francis] Maze broken, she's runnin', feet swollen, he's commin', she's stolen And before he even knows it - she's gone Tea cups sittin' on the hollow
Vertaling: Sage Francis. Bridle.
[Sage Francis] Maze broken, she's runnin', feet swollen, he's commin', she's stolen And before he even knows it - she's gone Tea cups sittin' on the
