Blackbird And The Fox
Too late in the evening
And the end of a summer
Burns upon your skin
It's never too late to cry
Sleep with strangers
Show you things that you've never seen
Then I'll take you on
Far below the city burns
Now he'll come as your friend and no one
About all the plans in the palm
Come closer and then maybe, son
He'll ask you to sing in the front of the car
Come early but some like it freezing
I keep my blood in the bowl
Just with you forsaken me
That's when I turn I find ---
Making leave for my baby girl
You are loved
You are loved