«And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living.And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living.
«My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you.My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you.
