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