Lletres:
The Civil Wars Barton Hollow

There's a note underneath your front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret in an envelope There's no reasons

Haven't you seen me sleepwalking? 'Cause I've been holding your hand Haven't you noticed me drifting? Oh, let me tell you I am Tell me it's nothing And

You only know what I want you to I know everything you don't want me to Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine You think your dreams are the same as

least of all my fears Ooh, underneath the water It's not Alabama clay Gives my trembling hands away Ooh, please forgive me, father Ain't going back to Barton Hollow

There's a pub on the south side of town Time stands still while there's still wine around She's the one left out in the cold The one who's always and

I've got this friend I don't think you know him He's not much for words He's hidden his heart away Oh, I've got this friend A loveless romantic All that