Fall (The)
Coach and Horses
I looked through the 1860's window paneI see coaches and horses moving round in the slashing rainNo funCoaches and horses moving aroundCoaches and horses moving aroundI go down and swear in every innI need to enter no service for youI swearThe coaches and horses move aroundI followed it into the lake for deliveryCoaches and horses had their plumes on againThey say you can't come in, your coat infusedI swear to you every inn I enter refusedYhey say no chemicals have been invented yetIn the 1860's again
From Letras Mania