Aren’t you tired of pacing back and forth? so un-at-home in your own skin
Your jaded eyes been in the black too long groping and blundering
No one can soothe your woes nothing can rock your boat sun never shines in your own private Idaho
Open wide your weary arms to a brand new day
You’re watching earth from your exile a tiny isle too far offshore stare at the stars tonight and reconcile to the obscure
True to the role that you portray stabbed by the blade that you wield your wound’s so hard to heal you fail to feel the beauty in here
You keep afloat aloof and all alone thrown into thorough disarray your piece of land is bound to wash ashore your realm’s about to wane oo-oooh you king of fools lone heart laden with rue
May your eyes come to light from abysmal depths
You’re watching earth from your exile a tiny isle too far offshore stare at the sky tonight and lay aside …your tomahawks
True to the role that you portray stabbed by the blade that you wield you say your wound can’t heal that you can’t feel the beauty in here
You live a life in black and white under a lowering thunderhead your soul harbors a rage you can’t contain nor comprehend
True to the role that you portray stabbed by the blade that you wield your wound’s so hard to heal you find no peace - in hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
