Frank Black
The End Of The Summer
A house is made of mortar and woodYet sinks in the mud to decayA house becomes a ghost in the heartOf those who have gone far awayA town is born of silver and stoneAnd beaten to sand by the tideA town becomes a mark on the soulOf those who will cross that divideCome unto me, we'll lie in the grassWe won't be ashamed, summer will passFelling a tree to hide from the wildWeaving the reeds to cover our childSave me, the ghost in my heartSave me, the mark on my soulSave me, the end of the summerSave me, I'm not feeling wholeA clan is made of marriage and bloodThe journey is our only prizeAnd if a clan is rent into twoYou still have her lips and his eyesSave me, the ghost in my heartLetras de cancionesSave me, the mark on my soulSave me, the end of the summerSave me, I'm not feeling wholeThis place is made of water and rockYet burns in the pyre of the starsMy love for you is stronger than thatI'll find you wherever you areA house is made of woodThe town is born of stoneA clan is made of blood
From Letras Mania