Don't you call any later, as the clock came and ate her What are we running after? Hear the clock's gentle laughter Shine as you were, a ghost in a painted field Oh, Saturday bride, tell what you saw in the night! I saw God in the skin of the fog
Don't you call any later, as the clock came and ate her What are we running after? Hear the clock's gentle laughter Shine as you were, a ghost in a painted field Oh, Saturday bride, tell what you saw in the night! I saw God in the skin of the fog