As we rolled from the hill to a bridge by a quarry Legends were born from this story Painted men, once again, turning blue like the buried Accounts of this story are varied And the winds blew us right over the trees And the ancestors returned on their knees
Rusty nails on the trails, burning boards in a fury Smoldering insects did scurry Smashing stones, digging bones Where the unknown are buried Accounts of this story are varied And the boards started to smolder again Burning bones over the insects and men
But then warriors don't age well as it seems When they shower you with mortgages and dreams Was it something that you found? That made you turn around? Knocked you off your throne, left me here alone Tangled in the trees, and gave you their disease!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
