Winter '68 - The Black Angels

Now there she goes

She walks on by

She makes no noise, no

You hear her cry

I thought I’d seen them before

But not like this

Well I promise you this:

You’ll be my last kiss

Now there she goes

She’s to my side

She makes no sound, no

But you can hear her cry

I thought I’d seen them before

But not like this

Well I promise you this:

You’ll be my last kiss