Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin Lay down your arms

Боготворю эту Don t come to me with forevers I love you more with each new day But there is nothing everlasting And Death blows promises away Don t tell me I don t have no secrets There s still a place I wanta be There s still a path I haven t wandered But I m afraid of where it leads Let me hold your hands Your arms Your sides The small of your back Your shoulders and Your wrists Your thighs Your ankles and I ll Find my way inside You say I don t deserve emotions That my devotion isn t true You say I gotta find my place Well my place is inside of you So don t be hasty in your judgment Don t pull the bag over my head For there are many here who hunger And there are many who despair Lay down your arms Your hair Your gown The scroll of your spine Hand me your head Your waist Your breath Your nipples and I ll Find my way inside