Alela Diane - Lady Divine
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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When the day, when the day falls to the line
At the end of my time
I call to the dark
"Take the bones off my back"
And I chant to the black
"You were my lady divine"
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortar and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth
Do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth
Do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
And the silver of their pores has grown long
They call to the dark
"Take the bones off my back"
And they chant to the black
"You were my lady divine"
And they glowed like a bitter wine in their bellies
'cause the bones have been removed
from their hunched over backs
And their children are all grown now
Mortar and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth
Still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth
Still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs for children to sing