en ég er angurvær í þessu kvöldi og tom waits kyrjar það best:

the sky holds all our wishes
the dish ran away
with the spoon
the chimney smoke
ties the roofs
to the sky
there´s a hole over head
but it´s only the moon
will there ever be tree
grown from the seeds i´ve sown
life´s a path lit only
by the light of those i´ve loved

tom waits af orphans (bawlers)

Ummæli

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