Morphine Girl | Mandolin Orange (Song)
- Jan 9, 2023
- 1 min read
Content Source/Owner: MandolinOrangeVEVO
Head was hung lowAnd your sandals, much olderAs the record spins, time tiptoes backBones on a thread, far from your shouldersStitch in the seam between the earth and the sky
You’re wearing the soul of a coalminer’s daughterDown in a hole singing your songA kick in the wind, back in some hollerPatching up holes in the setting sun
We are the ones that came by the needleStuck in a groove cut by your handWrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadowsA cavalry’s arc casts over the land
Tracks in the south, and the hit of the silenceThe kiss of death, then the palest blueSeventh hope that grows for to warn usMorphine girl and the sorta truth
We are the ones that came by the needleStuck in a groove cut by your handWrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadowsA cavalry’s arc casts over the land
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