I felt like somebody somewhere could see My dad and Russell running through the woods of lost creek Oh it’s a shame Jessica never got clean, You know the last time I saw her was honestly awful for me Lately on Sundays he started to sleep, Trading in on your fathers theology I know you loved him but not equally, To your big tent revival ministry That never turned out to be worth much of anything Gonna die with that ego, you never fly he never sleeps Vacated board room with wine on the whitest teeth The guiltiest movements the ponders secrets can keep You say you love me but if you could see That the pain that comes when you touch me Never really turns out to be worth much of anything The problem will resurface eventually I felt like somebody somewhere could see My dad and Russell playing with my cousin and me Do you know how to get back to Lost Creek? To that house in the forest where laughter came menacingly Back when no problems surfaced and we learned eventuallyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
