Down in my valley there are vultures like lovers
who search for that something
to hold on to
Maybe it's crazy to hope for something more
than flesh, bones, teeth and skin.
Won't they ever let you in?
Would you hold my hair back when I'm sick?
Sometimes we can't say what we're meant to.
Crying kids don't remember those fun days
For all of their kicking and screaming.
This is what I hear:
Down in my valley there are vultures like lovers who search for that something to hold on to
Maybe it's crazy to hope for something more than flesh, bones, teeth and skin. Won't they ever let you in?
Would you hold my hair back when I'm sick? Sometimes we can't say what we're meant to. Crying kids don't remember those fun days For all of their kicking and screaming.
Not too sure of the last lines.
I like that last lyric too.
I like that last lyric too.