Besedila: Rusted Root. Cry.

My mood is much darker than fear
It?s older than anger, it?s infant and primal
It?s bubbly and grotesque
It?s in between what I know

And so I ask

Why should I cry
Why cry

Let?s go my no one love
You?re the one, the one
I always wanted to be now
And ever since the break of dawn

You?ve been next to me
And my mood
You?re greedier than sex
But sexier than greed

And so I ask

Why should I cry
Why cry

And all the sailors they go down
To where the woman lies
And she is dreaming of another
Place in time a place in time where she can ask