Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure Weary memory I can always
Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure A weary memory I can
Translation: Iron And Wine. Weary Memory.
: Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure Weary memory I can always
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly
his final stand Tall in the saddle, burnin' rifle in his hand Now, his world is a memory and the freeway takes him home Too tired and weary for the man
of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death A charnel house of memories
There's a vintage thirst returning But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing Retrovertigo Every famine virtual With conviction A tribute to false memories Cheap imitation Post-ironic
(feat. Willen Dafoe) [Spoken Track] [Poe:] Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
: (feat. Willen Dafoe) [Spoken Track] [Poe:] Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of
