Texty:
Isobel Campbell And Mark Lanegan Sunday At Devil Dirt

broken wing yet nothing more I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair Open the doorway wide and

so lonely at times Fading away Sitting side by side Now we built the road We were the chain gang We crossed that at war The devil at my side Dark angel

'll stick around Ain't gonna be back sliding Up and out again I ain't gonna let you down Promise you I'll stick around Everybody up and sliding Bump and

Is it any wonder On a Sunday soon I see the light Like a blind man Driving at the wheel Like a hound dog Scratching out a meal You and I both know it

trembling heart What's to be will be Moon is hidden, the deal is done Spread your wings for me Back into my babies arms Rising soft and low That was such

so lonely at times Fading away Sitting side by side Now we built the road We were the chain gang We crossed that at war The devil at my side Dark angel