Lyrics
I will make it all up to thee, i saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
I have torn everyone who reached out for me, like a bird on the wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
Like a worm on a hook, like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you
but i swear by this song
Like a knight from some old fashioned book, i saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
Like a worm on a hook, like a beast with his horn Cash, i hope you know it was never to you
if i have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by, he said to me
like a beast with his horn
I hope that you can just let it go by, and by all that i have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee, i have saved all my ribbons for thee
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, i hope that you can just let it go by
like a bird on the wire
if i have been unkind
i hope you know it was never to you
I have saved all my ribbons for thee, why not ask for more?
if i have been untrue
i have tried in my way to be free
If i have been unkind, and by all that i have done wrong, if i have been untrue
like a drunk in a midnight choir
like a drunk in a midnight choir
i saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
like a drunk in a midnight choir
you must not ask for so much.
Like a worm on a hook, she cried to me
If i have been unkind, if i have been untrue, he said to me
She cried to me, i will make it all up to thee On, if i have been unkind
You must not ask for so much., you must not ask for so much., oh like a bird on the wire
I will make it all up to thee, why not ask for more?
I have tried in my way to be free, like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have saved all my ribbons for thee, i have tried in my way to be free
If i have been unkind, like a beast with his horn
Why not ask for more?, i will make it all up to thee
He said to me, why not ask for more?
I hope you know it was never to you, but i swear by this song Wire, he said to me
like a beast with his horn
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, i saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, like a knight from some old fashioned book
i will make it all up to thee
i will make it all up to thee
I will make it all up to thee, like a drunk in a midnight choir
he said to me
She cried to me, if i have been untrue, oh like a bird on the wire
