Текст песни Canyon Inn

Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake up wake up the rain is slowing Touching a hand to a head the static of the radio humming someone humming something pretty off where the antenna just can't reach.Murder by Death - Canyon Inn - http://ru.motolyrics.com/murder-by-death/canyon-inn-lyrics.html