My Love
By William Nolan (1990-2012)
My love come wash the city from you hands
Give it time the sober side will kill you where you stand
The Lord will avenge
My love come wash the winter from your feet
For I was born for nothing but to break your heart so sweet
The Lord will amend
My love come wash the anger from your bed
Those walks of steel and rosewood through the vineyards of your head
Will fade through the time
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