[Verse 1] Paper that's quick to burn, and the cinnamon peeler Beetles crushed that dye the carmine, well, I exist to be dreaming still Kansas, Arkansas, my fields they're always rich and in fire Long work labor not worth our minds And I long forgotten the feeling of silence
[Chorus 1] And if the roses need not tending Until, until noon I'd sleep Never could I have gone on that way Because money's not the thing that's ever given me sight
[Verse 2] Colorado, Wyoming, Helena into the Evergreen And the wilds washed all thought of endeavor that was left in me
[Chorus 2] And would you ask my permission The next time you absorb me? Preserve my memory of the mystic west As I lay no claim to the devotion I felt
[Verse 3] Our conversation, it banks in me And I had almost forgotten the nature of dawn I thought of it for days after, even months after the moments were gone
[Chorus 3] But I'd get so lonely inside that room No matter who would ever wait for me I get so lonely inside that room No matter who would ever wait for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
