They told me I should take it slow and that I’d be the last to know. No one walks on carpets of gold. Salt on my tongue and sand upon the shoals. There’s a thirst for thunder in my soul. Everyone knows that last guys don’t finish nice, but baby I’ve been there more than twice. You draw lines around yourself and then toss me back on the shelf. No one walks on carpets of gold. Salt on my tongue and sand upon the shoals. There’s a thirst for thunder in my soul. Nothing to yield to but the night. It wasn’t even worth the fight. The sidewalks marred with blackened snow, and I’ve so far, so far to go. No one walks on carpets of gold. Salt on my tongue and sand upon the shoals. There’s a thirst for thunder in my soul.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
