Lovesong of the Buzzard
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β±οΈ 4:26 duration
π ID: 16372180
π Lyrics
In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday, the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow, I'll be kissing on her blood-red lips
And no one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday, the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow, I'll be kissing on her blood-red lips
And no one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.65] In the failing light of the afternoon
[00:31.06]
[00:35.88] Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
[00:42.17]
[00:47.07] Yesterday, the solace of a poison fish
[00:53.39]
[00:58.16] Tomorrow, I'll be kissing on her blood-red lips
[01:04.66]
[01:09.38] And no one is the savior they would like to be
[01:15.82]
[01:20.76] The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
[01:27.38]
[01:31.92] With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
[01:38.03]
[01:43.31] And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
[01:57.49]
[02:39.76] Springtime and the promise of an open fist
[02:46.17]
[02:51.14] A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
[02:57.58]
[03:02.68] Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
[03:08.97]
[03:13.55] With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
[03:18.50]
[00:31.06]
[00:35.88] Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
[00:42.17]
[00:47.07] Yesterday, the solace of a poison fish
[00:53.39]
[00:58.16] Tomorrow, I'll be kissing on her blood-red lips
[01:04.66]
[01:09.38] And no one is the savior they would like to be
[01:15.82]
[01:20.76] The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
[01:27.38]
[01:31.92] With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
[01:38.03]
[01:43.31] And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
[01:57.49]
[02:39.76] Springtime and the promise of an open fist
[02:46.17]
[02:51.14] A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
[02:57.58]
[03:02.68] Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
[03:08.97]
[03:13.55] With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
[03:18.50]