Covers come this way, too. Poignant songs; poignant versions. Melancholy wrung from the masking chords of the synth-pop seventies and yesterday: pop and grunge; rock and roll, all painted with the veneer of unsettledness that characterizes the world. Here to hold us. Here, to bring the fam...
And the old lovers sing, I thought it'd be me who helped him get home D (Riff 2) G D But home was a dream, one I'd never seen till you came along D G D So girl, hang your dress up to dry we ain't leaving this room D G D Till Percy Priest breaks open wide and the r...