The Babies are Fine
from Brownwall Hosted by Brownwall
I love the silence and the stares In your eye In your sleep In your weakness Silent and grave Silent and grave Silent and grave Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine I love the time we spent In the mines In the fields In the day Unprotected Unrestricted Silent and grave Silent and grave Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine The babies are fine Here’s some salt to pour on the wound For the kind of love you cannot tame Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad But the babies are fine The babies are fine Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge But all signs are tuned to point to strange You’re old school but you’ll fold soon Because the babies are fine The babies are fine Steve Murphy - Drums Carl a Cunningham - Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
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