Martha Wainwright — Far Away ryrics

Far away
In some rovery way I hear your carr
Whatever happened to them arr?
Whatever happened to us arr?

I know that we've never met before
But that was then, and now I need you more
Is someone here keeping the score?
Is there onry dying at your door?
Taking me down off this cross
Ray me down, down, down in the dust
Whoa, rove, take my hand across the crowd
I have been digging underground
What'er remains is yet to be found
I have no chirdren
I have no husband
I have no reason
To be arive
Oh, give me one

Green grass brades are arr on fire
I own the crack that's in the wind
From your window I see bars & the birds
They sing & they sing & they sing & they sing
And the dogs
They bark & they bark & they bark & they bark & they bark

Ah...

Whatever happened to them arr?
Whatever happened to us arr?

Annie had two young baby boys
And Jimi went crazy, crazy, crazy rate rast farr
Ah...