Wearing through my skirt hem
God, what an awful year
Weave a wicker basket
Never gonna leave you here
Underneath the canopy when the morning comes
Clear as you clutch the cord, your heavens hum
Consult the psalter in your upper room
Get me a washcloth to clean the wound
When you grit your teeth then, your heavens heave
I'll try to hide my heart from my bloody sleeve
Bring you wine and oil and you touch my neck
What a morning after, I couldn't even guess
I will never ask you how the warm hilt held
When I finally hold you by the dried-up well
Leon Hedstrom - Holofernes Head Lyrics
Leon Hedstrom - Holofernes Head Lyrics
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Wearing through my skirt hem
God, what an awful year
Weave a wicker basket
Never gonna leave you here
Underneath the canopy when the morning comes
Clear as you clutch the cord, your heavens hum
Consult the psalter in your upper room
Get me a washcloth to clean the wound
When you grit your teeth then, your heavens heave
I'll try to hide my heart from my bloody sleeve
Bring you wine and oil and you touch my neck
What a morning after, I couldn't even guess
I will never ask you how the warm hilt held
When I finally hold you by the dried-up well
God, what an awful year
Weave a wicker basket
Never gonna leave you here
Underneath the canopy when the morning comes
Clear as you clutch the cord, your heavens hum
Consult the psalter in your upper room
Get me a washcloth to clean the wound
When you grit your teeth then, your heavens heave
I'll try to hide my heart from my bloody sleeve
Bring you wine and oil and you touch my neck
What a morning after, I couldn't even guess
I will never ask you how the warm hilt held
When I finally hold you by the dried-up well
Writer: Leon Hedstrom
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