If you're kind for dusty highways and such Be alright to look her up The faded priestess of the highways and crutch Calling when you’re down on luck By the disused railroad road station you go To the house of dirty pearl Her existential situation you know She is not like other girls
She may ask you, “Do you believe?” You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave
See the sapphire in the skylines so blue See the diamond in the dirt When you think the subject won’t turn to you She got demons up her skirt It isn’t sure of her reflection at all Is seduced by all things past A pleasure-seeker of dejection Gazing into her looking glass
She may ask you what you believe But the mirror doesn’t see me
Now a sundown comes, a new day for her Tired of dress and leave the ground You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up Why go up when you go down? If you should tire of ties that bind you Filmed on fever leaves so fast You got trouble far behind you Well knows nothing's made to last
Hear how God sees a lion roar Watch the serpent crossing the floor
Saturday's gone, saturday's gone...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
