Cove

Spin me your tales of sorrow That I’ve so failed to behold Well, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow We’ll sail for Hades Cove It will take all you’ve known Low waters show saints teeth topped with snow Spare me Spare me the songs the birds will sing when you’re gone I’ll already know Spare me the songs the birds sing when you’re gone I’ll know Spare me their sorrowful song When you’re gone, I’ll know