Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Horse Feathers
Bound in blue, they wind into a love some would say
Is grand in its making
Worms may sing, that from beneath their graves
They're found embracing
Some might say love without touching
Bones may break, parts keep on bleeding
God loves honest doubters
Praying is always work
The best things will happen to the worst
Tuesday's lovers, Monday's mistakes