Iron And Wine
In My Lady's House
There is light in my lady's house And there's none but some falling rain This like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names
No hands are half as gentle or
Firm as they like to be Thank god you see me the way you do Strange as you are to me
It is good in my lady's house And the shape that her body makes Love is a fragile word In the air on the wrinkly lane
No hands are half as gentle or Firm as they like to be Thank god you see me the way you do Strange as you are to me
From Letras Mania