Hawksley Workman
Sweetest Thing There is
And how is it you were once mine?Like red bled out of darkening skies (?)Ohh you were never satisfied with meNo you were never satisfied -ahh!Everytime you're sure (?)that you don't come on anymore (?)Lying on the floor Hardwood that you don't walk on anymore (?)Oh the crying shame that you don't come home anymore, anymore, anymoreYou are the sweestest thing left in my sufferingYou are the sweetest thing there is.
From Letras Mania