Late in the summer children run without clothes Chill of the winter not far down the road And in the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives Watching in silence till the evening arrives And there all around insects scream in the trees The promise of rain can be heard on the breeze
Oh lord we break so easy Oh lord we shatter like glass
The headlights glow and the sky will soon be black The freeway riders are rolling and heading back They're heading back home
A dark haired woman is driving the roads Breathing deeply she don't mind being alone Her shaking hands holding fast to the wheel She sees things and knows they ain't real
Oh lord we break so easy Oh lord we shatter like glass
There is a song that bleeds through the night Bouncing off stars and the satellites I spend my nights in the reservoir Saying prayers for all the passing carsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
