Ezra Bell
A dirge for krista joy
[Chorus 1]
We walk the seashore
Like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine
The air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth
And I miss her, I miss her, like everyone else
[Verse 1]
At night you bite your fingers
Over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
And we’ll all weep when you die
And at night you bite your fingers
Over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
And we’ll all weep whеn you die
[Chorus 2]
We walk the sеashore
Like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine
The air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth
And I miss her, I miss her, like everyone else