The Archeologist
Jude Woodhead
And she uncovers the grains of truth in the bones of her youth that she found by the river
And she finds skeletons of years between the tones and the tears when she looks in the mirror
And she uncovers the grains of truth in the bones of her youth that she found by the river
And she finds skeletons of years between the tones and the tears when she looks in the mirror
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold air
She can feel the cold aaaiiiir
And she uncovers the grains of truth in the bones of her youth that she found by the river
And she finds skeletons of years between the tones and the tears when she looks in the mirror
