Nov 04, 2009 21:47
Standing by a broken tree,
Her hands are all twisted,
She's pointing at me
I was damned by light comin',
Over all that I see,
She spoke with a voice that,
Struck to the sky
She said "walk on over" yeah,
It's a bit of shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and always say,
Let me sign
Let me sign.