Cry Me Old Trouble Testo

I was born guilty as sin
To a mother guilty as hell
That'll teach us for sniffing the dirt
New hats for the old hurt

It started in a garden
It started in a bright lit hall
It started in a garden
And why would you wet the ground?
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight

I'm tied to something you read
Through the din of a photograph
Wrapped up in a second-hand quilt
Worn thin and passed around

It started in a garden
It startеd in a bright lit hall
It started in a garden
And why would you wet thе ground?

Cry me old trouble I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight
Cry me old trouble
I like the weight

Outside the air is cool enough to make me sweat
Under a peacock moon
The spoon gets passed around

It started in a garden
It started in a bright lit hall
It started in a garden
And why would you wet the ground?