[Verse 1] The boys back home all worship Dylan and Townes And they're at Justine's cause it's after hours They'll drink from your peaches they come into your house So tired from the work day, babe, I just need to lay down
[Chorus] Well I see god in everything from my window to the breeze In his bedroom by the candle light when I'm down on my knees When I look in the mirror I kinda look like you When I'm saying my prayers I still bleed with the moon Guess I'm going my own way too
[Verse 2] There's never any shortage of the women in boots With their long hair in tassels or they got nothing to lose Did you see or appreciate the wisdom in me? Was I something for you to play with did I say the wrong things? Did you notice how I serve my tea?
[Chorus] Well I see god in everything from my window to the breeze In his bedroom by the candle light when I'm down on my knees When I look in the mirror I kinda look like you When I'm saying my prayers I still bleed with the moon Guess I'm going my own way tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
