in the black hills it's so familiar now, familiar like npr in the afternoons. never too much 'cause you still may never know the salt on the sidewalks are, but my feet will find me in quicksand erosion, concrete. these are the questions that rush through my brain on another but different, sunny day.
in the black hills i will meet your mother today. i won't be so sure what to do with my hands and i'm never quite so sure where i come from, what my daddy does. and when whiskey isn't speaking from your sweet lips we still believe in me. these are the questions that rush through my brain another, but different, sunny day.
in the black hills i'm so scared of my hand i'm so scared of those voices, afternoon radio, and i'm so scared what my hands are gonna do. i'm so scared to leave the black hills. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
