Three on a Match-Foxing

[00:00.666]Little woken warmth [00:05.159]The only thing I loved [00:10.175]Now a suffocated soul [00:19.474]Its mother’s makeup runs and rinses out the pores [00:29.009]Rings the color from her hair [00:38.674]For what we did my love I’m sorry [00:48.104]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone [00:58.083]For what we've done my love I’m sorry [01:07.540]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone [01:22.037]Its mother crosses heart [01:26.766]She’s damned by her own milk [01:31.651]With unbroken water still [01:55.448] [02:05.166]For what we’ve did my love I’m sorry [02:14.674]And for who the cloth was wound was wound alone [02:24.235]For what we done my love I’m sorry [02:33.717]And who the cloth has wound was wound alone [02:49.260]When it’s three on a match [02:58.064]The worst are always left [03:07.912]I’m survived by the weight of my own sins [03:19.824] [03:37.012]The Lord won’t let me in [03:46.286]I’m survived by the weight of my own sins [04:00.914] [04:05.094]The cypress came up to my knees in May [04:15.000]And woken warmth grew right beside my leg