The Dead Lyrics

Nakhane
Well there's one
They are gray-eyed I'm sure
They open and close doors
Then feed me in the evening
When I'm breaking my fast

I'm walking on the b**** of my feet
In the cold to meet you
I wish I had shoes on

Well this time
I'm gonna love them unceasingly
Sing hallelujah sort of willingly
And dance in front of god like David did

I'm walking on the b**** of my feet
In the cold to meet you
I wish I had shoes on