When I leave I'll leave the sun hanging straight up in the sky,
Leave the apples in their baskets; let 'em rot and turn to wine.
The cold averted glances, the fear in my bones.
When I leave I'll leave the long arm and the trips behind the shed,
The bundles in my mattress, the shaking of their heads.
I'll fare thee well to no one; I will disappear.
And Marguerita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn.
Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on.
Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son.
Marguerita.
When I leave I'll leave completely with a suitcase full of cash;
I'll uncross every border, I'll untake every breath,
Til we're standing in a chapel making promises.
The girls will get new dresses, and the boys get baseball caps.
I will answer every question, I'll dance til every last
Drop of celebration has been rung out of our shoes.
We'll make love 'til the morning, make love 'til we can't move.
Marguerita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn.
Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on.
Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son.
Marguerita, Marguerita.
It was early in November on a cloudless sunny day.
The sky grew thick with thunder; the birds all flew away.
They shackled us like killers; we walked in single file.
Marguerita, they've been talking, oh, but I ain't heard a word.
I've been dreaming you could see me in my cell of steel and dirt.
Hidden from that sun hanging straight up in the sky,
I've been plucked like an apple, left to rot and turn to wine.
Marguerita, you're the reason I've been up at dawn.
Marguerita, you're the reason I've been holding on.
Marguerita, you're the queen of every beggar's son.
Marguerita, Marguerita.
Marguerita, Marguerita.
- 专辑：Mystery Prize
- 歌手：Rebecca Loebe
- 歌曲：Marguerita