Текст песни Hammock

By the time i hear your cold cries,
i was out of the museum
Running west by the park And I could barely sketch your face in case
Your gusto growls off of the page
I don't remember what you look like anymore
howling at the moon
With those larry hagman blues
One dance then a blue
And stay with me all night my honey child. Will warm beads drip on my hand from your waste?Howls - Hammock - http://ru.motolyrics.com/howls/hammock-lyrics.html
Will it taste like the collisions we played out in the dark?
Go run alone under the trees that grew out over the river,
a very English summer.
Ashen... well. I'm howling at the moon.
With those larry hagman blues, a quick step and a few,
can't resolve I'm not into the night.
I can't even see the point.
Kim, I never had enough...