he don't know what to write she's a dream, she's staying overnight and they're stoned, getting high but the view ain't nothing in her eyes in a cut, small town lift his eyes to see her running round and it's sharp, yeah, her shape makes the young man quiver in a constant state of
don't you know the mountain is that way? with all the people floating miles and miles away could never see you from this place could always hear your voice reach out and say just put me away
she don't care if he's bright he's a winner in his bones his mother raised him right working his whole life says his father's just a bum and no goddamned friend of mine in the sky they found it nothing but gold and the weight of the mountain and when she turned to him with the gleaming of her eyes and a voice so thin saidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
