Текст песни Jason And The Scorchers - Blanket Of Sorrow
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BLANKET OF SORROWWell, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.But lovin` to you was like the sand in the river.You call me `my darling` and I call you `Indian giver`. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart`s in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you`re led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.Well, now daylight is here, the morning is comebut a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.Night isn`t over, it`s still dark outside.Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart`s in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you`re led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed. With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms but nothing will come of this pain. I`m sorry, they told me, it`s been felt before and probably will be again. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart`s in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you`re led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed. - Jason Ringenberg