Guggenheim Grotto (The)
Never Before
Never before and never since thenHave I seen grass grow so highAnd so when I reach for her nowThere's just the wash of grain in my mindOoh, I let her slideI let her slideAnd if I could recall just one of her eyesI could comfort the other sideBut of all of the cells in my headThe first ones to die Were the ones that held her insideOoh, I let her slideI let her slideOohOoh, I let her slideI let her slide
From Letras Mania