Everything Was Story Songtext
von Raphelson

One night here
She′s sitting there
Rocking into darkness
Too quiet and still
Hearing the trees
That wind's blowing
Across the street
They′re telling her stories
Very old stories
That she repeated
To me
She's talking about boys She's talking about a house
And the locked up birds
They caught
Who spit instead of sing
Filled up their mouths
With stones or anything
They are very old stories
That she repeated
To me
And one of the stories
Goes like this...