Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley - Monterrey songtekst
Je score:
Under the loop of stars In the vulgar cold The dead airport lay By the pebbles of the highway You soared to your lover I hurried away my darling With a howl in my throat Hiding inside the weeds In the orange grove Black rooster crowed Through the hollow of the midnight With my blood shot With stains on my fingers I run with the damned my darlind They have taught me to laugh