Pickering Pick
Waltz
I would bring you wineAnd amber for your timeI would sell this peace for your noiseAs if your mouth was mineAnd you would fall for meI would raise my arm and part the seaThere are few things I would rather beThan old and be freeI refuse to dwellI'm weary as hellYou have played your gameAnd you have played it wellI have nothing left to sellSo I would bring you wineAnd amber for your timeI would sell this peace for your noiseAs if your mouth was mine
From Letras Mania