Elenor Songtext
von Logan Bowden

Oh take me down to Elenor
The queen of the north side of town
She smokes a pack of reds by day
By night she will ask you around

There′s wild weeds that grow her house
Up with the windows and the vines around
Come for the rush of her curling feet
And stay for her books in her mouth


Oh lay me in her bath so neat
And find me the scent of the pines
You want to fall so easily in
And give her the rest of of life
There's a calm blue passing
You′ve talked all night
Down through the garden and half moon light
Came for the rush of her curling feet
And stayed for an electric life

You wake in rooms of rose and white
To tea and the sound of her creek
She sees you more than a rambling boy
And won't look away when you speak

She has you though your stories told
A million breaks but she's mend with gold
You came for the rush of her curling feet
And grew up the side of her home