Capo 3. [] [] had.. through the milano storms and the blossoms through the week i saw this battle born, i was holding you in the street ended by my house, 'cause a red light's warm indeed and these men about will be shouting out to me said you wanted more than stories in the sand no heavy bellied caution around your neck you loaded up the sick and cut your mother's hand scraped and washed her clean someone stole the songbird and tore its book from me come down i am sure, sure of who i am (guitaretab.com)
