Letras: Suzanne Vega. Days Of Open Hand. Rusted Pipe.

Now the time has come to speak
I was not able
And water through a rusted pipe
Could make the sense that I do

Gurgle and mutter
Hiss, stutter
Moan the words like water
Rush, foam and choke
Havin' waited
This long of a winter
I find, I only
Croak and sigh

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin

Now the time has come to move
I was not able
Water through a rusted pipe
Could make the moves that I do

Stagger and stumble
Trip, fumble
Creep like a tinkle
Freezing coffin grip
Havin' waited
This long of a winter
I fear, I only
Slip and slide

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin

Gurgle and mutter
Hiss, stutter
Moan the words like water
Rush, foam and choke
Havin' waited
This long of a winter
I fear, I only
Croak and sigh

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak
That lets the tale begin

Somewhere deep within
(Somewhere deep within)
Hear the creak
(Hear the creak)
That lets the tale begin
(That lets the tale begin)
Somewhere deep within
(Somewhere deep within)
Hear the creak
(Hear the creak)
That lets the tale begin
(Creak, creak, creak)