L's Song 歌词

I love your nervous fingers Won't you fumble all night long Let the morning air sting us To rise and stumble on And down the crooked pavements The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf The brittle bell chimes And fortune smiles with it's broken teeth And the many-rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your lovin' again Summer restless summer Won't let sleeping dogs lie Your barbed voice Re-awakens time gone by Owls face fine boned Parched land dry stone Thunders muttered promise Impatient gull on the scented wind Your grey eyes startling Rain nearly upon us And the many-rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your lovin' again And the many-rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel I'd be grateful for one morsel I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your lovin' again