Again, I'm on a stoop with vices in hand, and that sweet therapy in my ears It got me through the years of bike rides in the rain and driving through states I hated... I hated you
Jah, give me new feet They're raw and I'm hurting This is where I go to clear my head
You could deign to refrain I kick my heels and I will the windshield to break, and let those crystals mar your face Then I watch that blood as it traces lines above a hardened heart that strains to show a father's love
These wrongs can't be righted, yet, but I'll try to do my best to forget I miss that house, I miss the feeling It was the goodbye, it was the greeting: "Welcome to the place where we'll dress you down with brass tacks, new legs, and a sturdy crown You are the prince of your new kingdom" Thy will be done, or I will be done
This is where I go when I can't see the veil and lace This is where I go when I can't bear to see your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
