This is the progress of love that I fear You retreat just as my defeat finally nears What's only to lose, myself I volunteer So all of your spoils could be mine
Life takes root in the deepest dark ground Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town Where reason is traded for rhyme
Your sailor is my lawyer Your seamstress suits my king But you are the mouth of the river The star of my every dream
Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord Now here comes the night
Our every word now we talk in blues A hymn to the life we're all bound to lose We'd die for more but we still refuse To live without a fight
Your sailor is my lawyer Your seamstress suits my king But you are the mouth of the river At the start of my every dream
We say "never forget" and mean "never forgive" No, never as long as ever we live It offends all our dead to surrender this To even think we might go on
And freedom doesn't need to be free when it sells Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells We bet the farm trying to ring its bells While love still goes for a song
Your sailor is my lawyer Your seamstress suits my king But you are the mouth of the river At the start of my every dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
