Paroles de Taree
Though I can’t put my hands on youI can feel you now
And the bones and the blood flowing
Needles on the ground
In the ether I sail to you
Floating on the fumes
Running ground on the shore for you
Simple record
Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack
Yea, yea
Though I can’t put a name on you
I will cry it out
In my heart I will hold what my
Bloody hands have dropped
Run a ground all on the floor for you
Simple record
Til me walk down and raise the road In your gold slack
Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
In your gold slack
Running ground on the shore for you
Simple record
Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack
Yea, yea
Though I can’t put a name on you
I will cry it out
In my heart I will hold what my
Bloody hands have dropped
Run a ground all on the floor for you
Simple record
Til me walk down and raise the road In your gold slack
Til me walk down and raise the road
To my tilted show
I only know I made it home
With that pound
In your gold slack
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
In your gold slack
CHRIS J CORNELL, HUNTER BENEDICT SHEPHERD
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