โหลดเพลง mp3 Next Year - Marika Hackman

Next Year - Marika Hackman
Oh Father Time
Grow me change me
Age and shed the infant skin that was mine

Did you hear the wind
Howling growling She knows something
She is older than I

Progress is slow on this heart that I grow

I'll love a lot next year

Beat to the drum
Constant motion vessels pulsing
Every second we die

Hands to the sun
Burning breathing glowing healing
Sustenance of the sky

Wholemeal and coal are better for the soul
But I believe in blood and lust

Oh Father Time
Rock me gently I'm not ready
Can't we stay for a while
And listen in to the wind
Melody of melancholy
She's a lullaby

But send me to sleep and my mother
She will weep
Alma Mater I've not met

Here's to the womb and the human catacomb

I am not a child quite yet

No I am not a child quite yet