Lyric Curse

Met her a Thursday
Broken is the will
Golden is the word
Taken by the thrill
Shoulda known better
Shoulda worn my overcoat
Throw away the fur
Sink until I float

Oh it still hurts
Maybe you re the one
Livin on the earth

I need a little faith
I m livin in a dream
Carryin a heavy load

Cos I need someone who lives far away
I m going down south, down to New Orleans
Try to find another road
And still I live here with the curse

Don t know why, I wake before the fall
Won t you lead the way
I can hear the call
Maybe one day, I hope you ll come around
Voices in the wind, above the ground