اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Tuck your head below my breast
I will not love you any less
Give your bravest face a rest
And grate your grief out on my dress
Lower you down next to me lover
I'll wrap you in my cotton skirt
Kiss close one eye then the other
Remove your pants, your shoes, your shirt
Learning to cry
Cold curls you into a ball
I'll wrap the covers round you
Watch your breathing rise and fall
Till you wake just as I found you
