Pagan Wanderer Lu - Westminster Quarters lyrics

God forged it the earth Then under hands of men It was wrought to wring this curse I hear when you're away And onto velvet falls Falls the dust from their bones Falls the last prayer on their lips In the penitentiary walls Sleeping alone it tolls And this is what I hear.... Girl come home soon I sure you miss you I search the streets for you There is no breadcrumb trail The mattress on your car The flowers on table