i don't wanna make this i don't wanna break this i don't wanna fake this but i don't feel like i can take this
where did our love go just got lost on the road down the long dark highway of our backs
we just packed up our bags and said go we loaded our dreams in the show we found the light but lost the track
i don't wanna erase this i don't wanna embrace this i don't wanna face this but i know i can't take this
where did our love go just got lost on the road down the long dark highway of our backs
we just packed up our bags and said go we loaded our dreams in the show we found the light but lost the track
i just guess that love was so far a way all the time just this promise of something that would never be mine by mine i don't know really what i mean just that you and i weren't always as they seemed we walked on cracking concrete and all around us people pounded their feet and no matter what between all the change of hands all the drops of sand underneath this heavy hard hat we wore trying to build this thing out of water-y land all this time our scalps were forming all these mountains we've driven past all these highways we got high on all the limits to our fast all the costumes we tried on all the dreams we drank like the smoothest of smoothies all the people that would appear just to soothe you and me
and the library of congress we secured our words to typed away in some envelope not to be opened
and the prose we sowed and the way it paid and the lows we loaded and the ways we paid and the glows we towed and the tries we tried and the shows we showed and the cries we cried
all the crowds we wowed and the ones that got to us all the streets we sped down and the ones that stopped us all the fields we feel and felt as we went the world whipping by us and the muscles spent and the plants of poems we grew to rise and the dashboards that dashed us through those nights and our hearts how they got hardened and our guts how they got gutted and the bars that scarred us and the rust that cut us and the melodies they made river of rhyme where i wade and the fountains of youth and the mountains of you and the counting on truth no matter how hard it screwed and that's the truth we were screwed into each other like wood with a hole and we ate each other up like worms on a soul and this spit is all i have left the rest of us behind me that slippery street on my breast and the roads we rode and the eyes we eyed and the you's we used and all the skies where you and i would close our tired and treated eyes cut curtains into skirts open our legs up for the birth of what was going to be what was to be what ws going to be what was to be the neon name of usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.