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