Archive notes
Lyrics copied from Bottom Of The Hill album. This song was featured in Quarters Mostly, which - as far as I am concerned - was never digitized.
Check this site if you are willing to explore this little rabbit hole:
https://www.discogs.com/release/8932981-The-Cushion-Theory-The-Audrye-Sessions-Quarters-Mostly
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Lyrics
She was born on a Sunday It was a cold winter night She was the ace up his sleeve She was the thorn in his side And the clothes hang low Over her hospital bed And the moon hung down like the eye in the devil's head She's been waiting for me Got a knife to my neck She's got my name on her wall To call if she could care And the clothes hang low Over her hospital bed And the moon hung down like the eye in the devil's head Now we're walking out of the degree Never thought those eyes would set on me Bet you'd kill me if you wanted it Set a trap for me to fall She was the ace up his sleeve She was the thorn in his side Now we're walking out of the degree Never thought those eyes would set on me Bet you'd kill me if you wanted it Set a trap for me to fall