Seven blue stones in the desert sand a shiny gun in a young thief's hand a stolen car and a broken dream blood on his hands that won't come clean
no where to run, no where to turn the fires of rage begin to burn you can't go home, he can't go on his flesh is weak, and his spirits gone
now he's behind a prison wall and doesn't have the will to live he says it's all his father's fault he taught his son the way to live he was unable to forgive
she wore his ring for thirty years then one night he confessed his darkest fears he'd been unfaithful, been untrue what could she say, what could she do? no where to run, no where to turn the fires of rage began to burn she can't go home, she can't go on her flesh is weak her spirits gone
he betrayed her with a kiss killed her desires, her will to live who was blinded, what did they miss? will she be able to forgive? are we able to forgive? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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