Letra de All Souls - PJ Harvey

A carnival, a flesh farewell

Hiessens rising from the, from the dead

"Wyman-Elvis," calls our girl

And counts the ash to where, to where he bled

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

At the first, a crimson mist

At the second, sleeplessness

At the third, a broken tryst

At the fourth, a lonesomeness

Gawly the sweethearts leaves

The soldier's tears

The Riddle river grieves

Wyman-Elvis disappears

Only in a scrid of flesh

Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern

Only by her own gooseflesh

Knows she somewhen he'll return

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