Texty písní Daphne Loves Derby

Daphne Loves Derby

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Under the newborn tree, oh

we left your body in a box.

I've waited for your ghost to

haunt this home and keep us warm.

I hope you've finally found your way.

Don't you worry,

death will keep you company.

I've been worried for you.

Abide the ancient words.

Your body turns to soil without a fight.

And I can finally hear your ghost tonight,

but what's the point?

I hope you're too ashamed to speak.

Don't you worry,

death will keep you company.

I've been worried for you.