Sangtekst: Tom Waits. Blood Money. Woe.
The ribbon round your neck
against your skin that's pale as bone
It is my favorite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home, 'til morn
against your skin that's pale as bone
It is my favorite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home, 'til morn
Tom Waits
Blood Money
Tom Waits