William Fitzsimmons - Took Тексты

Oh my God is it over
Smiling devil on my shoulder
Cut the cord for the leaving
Fatherless for a season

How we break long division
I will miss all her children
Fall from grace and your favor
From now on only stranger

But you took your breath from me
But you took your breath from me

Cast my bones to the casket
Tell her how long it lasted
Hold a place in the mortar
Lay her down here my daughter

Root her seed to another
I was her native mother
Never thought I could save her
Please remind her I made her