Mark Lanegan, St Louis Elegy, from the album Blues Funeral (track 4)

I look at the sky
I see a nightbird as it flies
over the old bent cherry trees
shivering in a row
down here the winter will cut you quick
these tears are liquor and I've drunk myself sick

and the dead of winter will cut you quick
these tears are liquor and i've drunk myself sick
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