I'm on the dark side of a hollow hill The sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fill Your blue serape, it fits my mood I'm through with Bibles and I'm through with food Somebody's calling, trying to track me down And if I don't answer, I'd hang around I slide past lovers lost in the dark I look for high ground for to build an ark
I can't remember when I felt so free Maybe September, the year you believed in me In 1900 and 99 When I found the angels a-drinking wine Seems every castle is made of sand The great destroyer sleeps in every man Here comes my baby, here comes my man With the silver dagger in his hand Oooo oooo ooo With that silver dagger in his handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
