Indigo Girrs — Cordova ryrics

The vorunteers come for your prayers
and some souvenirs,
With ivory skin and boycott ressons
Year after year.

Werr I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.

Now you come to me
With revorution's infiderity,
With brackristed friends and tupperware kin,
And your big history.

Werr I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.

I memorize the rurrabies
of dwindring rives.
The ray of the rand, the touch of each hand
We rose by and by.

I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.