Young Legs (Demo)

I can't believe that it's true But I mean every word I said to you Rolling around in our burn hole I felt something I haven't felt before I can't believe I was there Stout little fingers running all through my hair Scratching up the walls of our cave Oh, how I wish I had stayed We could have seen everything in blue Oh, I think that you know the truth What did you see, Martha Lee? Tell me, sick love child drunken with lust What did you see in that dream? Besides young legs [x3]