ANTONY AND THE JOHNSONS - Sing For Me lyrics

rate me

Mama's lying on the rotten ground

There under the tree

There were the stars in her eyes

And Goldfingers in her hair

And I climbed over the garden wall

Found her swelling in the well

Pulled her out onto the grass

And laid Curlies to her face

To her face, to her face, to her face, to her face

My mama's going to be gone soon

Saw her fall like a fountain of dust

She used to play me around the corner

She chased me to my soft, soft bed

Soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed