Zpěvník s akordy

Something's dead and spilled on my childhood street Just out past the garden wall I could smell it cooking on the July breeze That lifted all those Sunday dresses I thought that i had seen everything Under this white-knuckled fist of moon But i spoke too soon ... I need you here, man i ain't even kiddin' Girl i need you here You left the bed covered in blood and sunshine Mostly sunshine I thought that i had seen everything Under this white-knuckled fist of moon But i spoke too soon ...