Tied to what is late, ain't you now Adrift, I know all i was is gone Still life underwater, cheap shot Blown out too far away To become right In moonlight on a wandering field I drank alone and watched It come unreeled A life to belong to and keep In straight line Blown now too far away To be done right
I wish you'd hide the way you feel
Gun blasts get fired away Straight lines defined in the waves Stranded and effaced in the black Old lives bleeding naked And last forms of other lines Of the chase Ghosts of denial and fame Gone now Well they will find you again Gone now Well they will find you again Coming at you When you're finding your way Coming at you When you're fine and eat away
Tied to what is late, ain't you nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
