Sparklehorse (feat. Tom Waits on piano) – Morning Hollow 0

In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years too big to hold

She don’t get up when i come into the room
She don’t run through the fields anymore

Built a fire in the kitchen
Made her bed by th’ stove
Took a walk to the graveyard
But she didn’t want to go

She don’t worry all them murders of crows
Even though they was always out of reach