Richard Buckner
Текст песни Cradle To The Angel

From the thumper to the drinker,
The cradle to the angel
I'll be looking over you
Pass me up or lay me down
Once I wanted an explanation
But now I'd settle for just a sound

What's the name they call ones like us:
A bouquet of shadows in the evening sun
I sat up late and watched you sleep
And you said you'd waited thirty years for me
Another painter-over hardwood floor
And off the hallway, dear, another trail of tears
Out past the couple, and onto the street
I emptied my flask out at your feet

Austin are you calling
Atlanta are you there
Eupora are you dreaming
That you saw my darling dear