Good Love - Zola Blood

Sent west

Senseless

And way out

Let the hours unfold the answers

In our wasteland, baby

Let the rain through your hands

Let the rain through your hands

Always I’ll take good love

Or anything that might save

Our place for a little longer

Gold pressed

Temptress

Of silence

Let the morning call unanswered

And ransom

The day off

Let the rain through your hands

Let the rain through your hands

Always I’ll take good love

Or anything that might save

Our place for a little longer