Interpret:

Emilíana Torrini

Album:

Me and Armini

Mama said lift your heard from the sieve of your hands
 Mama say eventually this hurting will end
 But the shock-waves on my bones will linger
 Like the ghost of you here in my bed


 When I was lost you thought me a beautiful find
 Sometimes I think of you sleeping
 So sleep for a while
 I find myself asking who'd do this to love
 And the white shouldered mountains 
 They pointed above


 Lord you just dropped me here by this side of this road
 Out here's too cold and I don't want to walk it alone
 I've got a bottle of your blood inside me
 And an old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue


 uuu


 Mama said lift your heard from the sieve of your hands
 Mama say eventually this hurting will end