At the witching hour we’ll be gone from here When the snake-black roads are just about clear Onto the hard-line dark horizon Through the silver in the air And if home is where the heart is We’ll just keep going until we disappear
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky Blood of a river a mile wide I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky Blood of an ocean, rising tide Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
Sometimes I feel her with me, I feel her eyes upon my face I feel her pulling me down in a tangle Of sweat and hair and grace For the only things worth wishing for Are the ones that you cannot possess
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky Blood of a river a mile wide I am wired, I am so wired, I am so wired The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky Blood of an ocean, rising tide Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
And in the shadows of the trees You can see like an animal sees You can gather up the stars like seeds And through them back into the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
