Texty:
Bluebell

Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays

: Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays

: Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays