The Ballad Of Helen Keller And Rip Van Wrinkle
Burn it all up
Hanging in the street
Enlightenment
Whining, mercy me
Take my hand now, love
Down the stairs, your father walks
I will lead the way
His hair is falling grey
Leave them behind
Runnin' to the sea
Don't make a sound
Twitching silently
Take my hand now, love
Down the stairs, your father walks
I will lead the way
His hair is falling grey
No matter what they say,
I can make you stay
