we wither and blow where the smoke goes
closing my eyes to the sunlight
withering tonight
one thing is certain
the rest is a lie
one thing is certain
life flies
molly,
molly,
molly
mother of night
your sons of the dirt bless you
mother of night
Witherwe wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain life flies molly, molly, molly mother of night your sons of the dirt bless you mother of night |