Rosemary Cries Paroles

needed the bread
it won´t keep her kids fat
her hands work gracefully
I watched as she
tendered the fire
it is something to me
But how many wounds
I watched as he
needled the fret
with his back to his bed
he sat uncomfortably
I watched as he
closed up inside
with his eyes open wide
his arms offered to me
I watched as he
closed up inside
with his eyes open wide
But how many wounds
but how many wounds I watched as he
died in his bed
from his neck to his head
twisted over me
I wonder how some
people die
do they burn up inside
as they lived heavenly?
I wonder how some
people die
do they burn up inside?
But how many wounds
how many- many wounds
Rosemary cries
see the pain in her eyes
her baby died
on the tracks where he lied.