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Artiste: The Cottars
Titre: Hymn for N

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I may not have a heart to give you,
But at least I have words that are softer than skin
That are drawn from the hollows of sweetness.

And I wish I could open before you;
I’d like to receive you in all of your skins
When you’re crazy for love
But while starving for love
I’ll just sit here and watch you get thin.

And, Babe, if you ever feel broken
By my tower of stone that your love can’t explain
And you choose to step down from the mountain,

Then I’ll bid that the roses be spoken
And I’ll beg you and plead you and call on your pain
That you come back to me
And you’ll come back to me
And be lone on your mountain again.

So, Baby, stick around, stick around
Like a bird on winter’s hem.
Hey, stick around
And, Baby, wear this wreath
Until the woven gale condemns.

I may not have a heart to give you
But I’ll drop you a bloom from the arm of the tree
That was grown in the hollows of sweetness.

So you’ll weave me a cradle in earnest
To fill with the things you’ll surrender to me
While you’re crazy for love,
While you’re starving for love
And maybe you’ll never be free.