The unkind path. Burn your feet and mock your failures. Drunk on backroads. Mothered by the concrete. Mothered by the empty sky. Septic in the veins. Poison thoughts lead to poison solitude. Slow dance with no one. Slow dance into the grave. Slow dance with no one. Slow dance into the grave. With wild, wet eyes. I saw through the darkness. With wild, wet eyes. I saw through the darkness. To that quit bright day. To that quit bright day. Does the spirit roam. Does the spirit watch over. Does it see me now. Can it see me now? Can it see me now? With wild, wet eyes. I saw through the darkness. I could see that she wanted me to stay. Wanted me to stay. I could feel the desolated heart of my home. My home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
