Jesse Sykes You Are Not Gotten Here
No, you are not gotten here
We've been shut down for some years
You waited ‘til the warmth of spring
To be let in
Oh, there's ï¬re on your tongue
Face of a forgotten one
No, you are not gotten here
Belle of the sea, carry me
There's a ghost across the room
In the afternoon
Oh, there's ï¬re on your tongue
Face of a forgotten one
