Plagued Are All My Thoughts Testo

Testo Plagued Are All My Thoughts

All we had was black coats, to cover blackened hearts
All we had was black coats, to hide our blackened pasts
I’m in a foreign field, I’m in a foreign wood
Plagued are all my thoughts, like white ants in the fence
(All we had was black coats, to cover blackened hearts
All we had was black coats to hide our blackened past.)