- cifra
I was born in a mortuary
Full of worry
Ice water in my veins
Gave my heart in the school library
Never knew her name
Lost my tongue in the sanctuary
"Heaven spare me!"
Hands raised above my head
Sent my brain to the seminary
Never seen again...
Swing low
Grey bones
I don't know
If I'll ever be whole again
Left my spine in the wedding chapel
Full of people
Feet turning into lead
Lost a leg at the iron foundry
Where they found me dead
Drained my blood at the mortuary
No more worry
Ice water in my veins
Took my bones to the cemetery
Where they still remain
So swing low
Grey bones
I don't know
If I'll ever be whole again
