Rosie Carney - Orchid
текст песни

Orchid

My orchid has died
I left it inside
Away from the sun
When the birds did not come

Oh I'm sorry
For the things that I can't do for you
But in the morning
I will write another song for you

We collect stones
From the man
Who breaks them all up
To replace our bones
When there's no more wine
In our cups

Oh I'm sorry
For the things that I can't do for you
But in the morning
I will write another song for you
Song for you
Song for you