pillow of your bones I will lay across the stones of your shore Until the tide comes crawling Throw my pillow on the fire Make my bed under the eye of your
Colorful and falling from your mouth Like a painted fever in recoil Like a lie without the pain On a pillow of your bones I will lay across the stones Of your
ترجمة: كريس كورنيل. سادة من عظامك.
