歌詞
When you stray upon the dressing of my heart
All of the sweat, of which a bandage is a part
Start to flow, start to trickle
When you stray upon the dressing of my heel
To fix the settlement of oxidising steel
With a blow, with a whisper
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-mm-ba-bm
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-da-da-da
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-mm-ba-bm
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-da-da-da
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-mm-ba-bm
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-da-da-da
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-mm-ba-bm
Mm-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-da-da-da
And when you stray upon the pruning of my lung
I lay to rest the seven shillings of a tongue
And lay to rest, lay a dressing
And when you stray upon the creaking of my heart
To cut the jumble like a bullet, like a dart
What a trickle, what a flow, oh
Written by: Emma Coleman, Fred Harper, James Grunwell, Nick Rasle, Sam Murray
