Texty:
Marling Laura

to your soul as it floats out off the window To the world that you turned your back on To the world that never really let you be And I am Laura now and Laura

He could fall and she can weep but as holy are my feet And hard with mention but dear, they may not speak We fell tight when there is tension And our

He used to be a singer in a rock and roll band He would write the songs and I'd tremble at his hand But oh, la, la, he lost poetic ethic And his songs

They dance like sirens Hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Could they hear a babe over all the faith? Or have they

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his nose He wants to die where nobody can see him But the beauty of his death

I have traveled past your window many times I find your face too hard to define I can touch you, hollow thing, you plague my mind I can never go outside

There lies a man of my heart A fine and complete work of art Here, I his woman, his home and his heart And proud to be playing that part And proud to

I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight

Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to say Love me, oh Lord, he threw me away He laughed at my sins in his arms I must