Текст песни Bob Tilton The orchard bare

Holding everything close
Hands pressed tight together
Holding everything close
So as not to spill anything
Dirty my hands with your ghosts daddy
Bloody my palms with their whispers
Kiss me once before you
Place pennies on these eyes
And take the flowers from my arms
Dirty my hands today
To buy a dream tomorrow
Where the flowers smell the sweetest
Wash clean my hands now in the wishing well
To chase a promise
To taste the water

A penny buys me a wish
I close my eyes and give it wings
A penny buys me a wish
I close my eyes...tighter

The sky has lost it's stars tonight
There is nothing to wish upon
The sky has lost it's stars