My Little Relief Testo

fold up clothes and pack awayI'm finally here it's all too muchI'm a brick of salt and aging wellthere's a wish for holding handsfoster please peace understandcrow up the debt and cradlemake the deal and move through thiswhat you steal is what will fitI don't want this to be hardYou don't want toLet some kind saint hold youIt's not love now I'm just throughlet hope go, it's a crutchlet this just be newyou've seen the way she crieslet old aching be dust (b flat)little sage (a) around new doors (e flat)oh, there I am, there I am!this my little relief