He came over, like rolling thunder and his toes Were lightly dusting, the twisted mountains as they groaned And you can see him, though he always tends to hide From the helping hand that I provide
A devil's horseman, a sweet delight beyond this town In which we've chosen, to lay our failing bodies down And without season, it seems our leaves are turning brown And I hope that he'll always be around
Together darling, we'll keep some damn good company For without trying, you make a seasoned fool of me Your hands have folded, and twisted my dry-lock design But honest darling, I'll be fine
Come forth and I will raise Four flags above this day Contain the night in arms
Titans rising, and all once vitals now implodes Above your mantel, your equine ornaments erode Relieve this moment, say that gestures don't afford The lacquered tip of cupid's sword
Thou shalt not daunt me, though the wounds may still remain You will not haunt me, or pass my sorry heart again See me moving, hold your ground as I retreat Your memory beneath my feet
Come forth and I will raise Four flags above this day Contain the night in armsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
