I need to know this isn't fleeting 'Cause I'm an open wound that won't stop bleeding Would you be the dam that blocks the river, or a glass of poison on this torn up liver?
...and the best I've got are "Stay with me"s from a lockjaw mouth full of busted teeth The past years have took their toll This body's tired and getting slow It always seems like the good dreams are worse than the nightmares
Nothing grows here anymore The salt dried up the good soil and the tilling's harder when its spoiled It's all that salt It's all that sweat All this fire is all that's left
Could we sit down here for a spell? There are back-stories I need to tell Some are strange, but all are true I'm sorry if this scares you You won't understand, but I don't expect you toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
