Teksty: Laura Marling. Devil's Spoke.

I might be apart of this
ripple on water from a lonesome drip
A fallen tree that witness me
I'm alone,
Him and me.

And then life it's self can not aspire
to have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my king
have the silence broken by a whispered wind.

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.

And root to root and tip to tip
I look at him my country gip
Let it up I own his fears
But someone brought you close to tears.

Many trains and many miles
Like you to me on this sunny isle
What of which you wish to speak
Have you come here to rescue me?

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.

But the love of your life
lives but lies no more
and where she lay
a flower grows.

The arms are fed
the babes have wed
and the backs have bled,
keeping her in tow.

But I am keeper
And I hold your face away from light
I am yours till they come
I am yours till they come.

Eye to eye
Nose to nose
ripping off eachothers clothes
in the most perculiar way.

Eye to eye
Nose to nose
ripping off eachothers clothes
in the most perculiar way.