Dark, Dark, Dark کے بول

Maria’s on the hill She was all side of her eyes A five-dollar wine as a blanket inside Lay up the pages on a traveling bed Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains Oh, they all turn red Howl at the half moon, radio queen She’s all smoke, she’s all nicotine The songs in my pocket just crumble apart Won’t you sing me something for the dark Maria’s got wings, she’s got legs for the sea A captain’s coat and a note for me Wake up Marie, before the season turns Set your dash for the coast, watch the Sangres burn Howl at the half moon, radio queen She’s all smoke, she’s all nicotine The songs in my pocket just crumble apart Won’t you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark