Burnt wood has bared witness to many songs sung Warmed up the hands And the hearts of the young And the old gather round Till the flames are all done Passing down their words of wisdom Talking about a schoolyard crush And two wheeled bikes A few rolling papers on those Friday nights Drink with good people Get high as a kite Before they drift away Out of mind and out of sight Well that's not to say you lose Everything and everyone Hear me out, take your time And watch the setting sun Take your hands out of your pockets Feel the water run Don't worry about tomorrow and yesterday Is gone And the words that he said Still echoing in my head Don't sell your soul for money son Means nothing when your dead We all walk the same out here Our blood is pumpin' red Feels struggle feel pain Keep a level head Find a beautiful love Look straight into their eyes Make sure they know They're your morning light And that you'll never let go Till the day that you die This here is love This here is lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
