Took me years to make my motives clear And the days have not been kind Once a steady gaze and charming smile Has me buried in the lines, I find I walk in the noise, quiet employs And darkness seems to know just where I am
Mother wash the devil from my hands Pray the lord I have the strength to stand Mother, tell me was it all a lie? Show me where the angels die
There are words that never found my lips There are words I'd soon forget Thought the trick was never to look back But it seems I've lost my grip, I slip The faster we run now, the closer the gun now And somehow all the bullets bear my name
Mother wash the devil from my hands Pray the lord I have the strength to stand Mother, tell me was it all a lie? Show me where the angels die
Took the road but should have chased the stars Now I've lost my own way home Had a photo of the time we shared But I burned it long ago, I know I struck all the matches stuck in the ashes Forgive me, won't you simply speak my name
Mother wash the devil from my hands Pray the lord I have the strength to stand Mother, tell me was it all a lie? Show me where the angels dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
