My Little Relief Songtext
von Jonah Matranga

fold up clothes and pack away
I′m finally here it's all too much
I′m a brick of salt and aging well
there's a wish for holding hands
foster please peace understand
crow up the debt and cradle
make the deal and move through this
what you steal is what will fit
I don't want this to be hard
You don′t want to Let some kind saint hold you
It′s not love now, I'm just through
let′s hope go, it's a crutch
let this just be new
you′ve seen the way she cries
let old achind be dust
little sage around new doors
oh, there i am, there I am!
this my little relief