Fare Thee Well (Willard Grant Conspiracy) (исполнитель: Meursault)
[bad word] down [bad word] down strong. The strong words say, before too long We'll find a way to poison, our bed. Draw me up. Draw me down. Take this medicine In a broken cup. I didn't think, this bitter taste Would linger on. Fare thee well, My delicate one I'll make it up to you In the morning sun Fare thee well, I want you to know wherever I roam, I'll call you home Yeah everyday, Every way. I hear folks say that a man can change. And I guess that I, always find something in the way. But faith can heal a lot of wounds. And here at night, In this reddened room I look to the ceiling and find a reason to carry on. Fare thee well, my delicate one. I'll make it up to you in the morning sun. Fare thee well and I want you to know, wherever I roam I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home.