Cordova

The volunteers, they come for your prayers
And some souvenirs
With ivory skin and boycott lessons
Year after year
Well Im tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh
CordovaWhere
I cried and
I criedI knew
I was trading on things that
I didnt have
The things that
I didnt have
Now you come to me
With revolutions infidelity
With blacklisted friends and
Tupperware kin
And your big history
Well Im tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh
CordovaWhere
I cried and
I criedI knew
I was trading on things that
I didnt have
The things that
I didnt have
I memorize the lullabies of dwindling lives
The lay of the land, the touch of each hand
We lose by and by
Im tracing your face up in the space
Of the bottom bunk, oh
CordovaWhere
I cried and
I criedI knew
I was trading on things that
I didnt have
The things that
I didnt have