Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra) (Dark horse and sinister men pass through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra) (Dark horse and sinister men pass through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
They say that Time will kill you if the Man don't bring you down Just a whimper and a bang though you never hear the sound
The mountain fades away, the morning sunlight calls The Horsemen drive the day as the silent killer fallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
