Текст песни Cordova

words and music by amy ray

The volunteers come for your prayers

and some souvenirs,

With ivory skin and boycott lessons

Year after year.

Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,

Oh Cordova.

Where I cried and I cried,

I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,

The things that I didn't have.

Now you come to me

With revolution's infidelity,

With blacklisted friends and tupperware kin,

And your big history.
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Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,

Oh Cordova.

Where I cried and I cried,

I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,

The things that I didn't have.

I memorize the lullabies

of dwindling lives.

The lay of the land, the touch of each hand

We lose by and by.

I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,

Oh Cordova.

Where I cried and I cried,

I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,

The things that I didn't have.