Lyrics

DELTA

Mean and ugly things, and far too much.
So close to happiness we almost touched
All my love, all my hate, was not enough.

A guitar remembers those lonesome songs.
A throat won't forget those lonesome songs.
All my life, all my years, and not for long.

Robert Johnson, morning is no time for men like us.
Everything gets down to just because.
All my love, all my hate, was not enough.
All my love, all my hate ...