: Speak darkly, my angel Or do I have to plead? The sweetness has gone out of it And all that's left is bitter barren greed A needy lover with her almost
Speak darkly, my angel Or do I have to plead? The sweetness has gone out of it And all that's left is bitter barren greed A needy lover with her almost
Übersetzung: Elvis Costello. Speak Darkly My Angel.