Текст песни: Courting Mary + перевод

The quiet before the storm is worse than the storm itself

You crossed your legs on the front porch and let out a slow sigh

You were watching the sun collapse into the blacken hills

I was watching you through the sweat

Burning in my eyes

Burning in my eyes

Where’d you put my water, Jack?

Where’d you put my ice water?

Why don’t you find it and bring it back

I might let you walk me to the altar

Your little box of matches doesn’t seem to be coming home

But you still sway in that swing all day and stare

As the picket fence keeps peeling

And the gate gets overgrown

Hoping there’s a tornado

Touching down somewhere

Touching down somewhere

Where’d you put my water, Jack?

Where’d you put my ice water?

Why don’t you find it and bring it back

I might let you walk me to the altar

Where’d you put my water, Jack?

Where’d you put my ice water?

Why don’t you find it and bring it back

I might let you walk me to the altar

To the altar

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