Naked On The Earth Lyrics & Chords By Art Of Wind

A reporter in a jail room, whispering her source to a dying bulb While the prince is in a fable, peaceful in his cradle, convinced of the impossible: All those wicked words I used...read more

His clothes hang tired On his lonely awkward frame They protect his bones Like the folds of a bats wing cape He talks to the wind His breath spelling something She draws...read more

When I was a little girl, I never was a princess type I didn't do fairy tales or wish on stars at night All the other girls are living in make believe Searching for the one boy...read more

I will not go down under the ground "cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round an' i will not carry myself down to die when i go to my grave my head will be high, let...read more

Regret has gone down in my estimation now. The old world had you smiling out, putting your arms around. I tell myself now things I would have told to you, the smallest plan,...read more