When I came to you there in that cold Telephone pole horror of the night And you came out to meet me In that filmy thing and sat down on the porch swing And I knew the moon would melt Before I held you to my breast, like that again, yeah Why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair
When we stopped the clock on that cold rock Mixed our hot young blood with granite dust, And I raised my head to kiss the sweat That hung like honey from your Goddess brow, And I knew the mountain side would be Ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again, yeah Why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair
Instead I was found dead and well Carrying on my life, with much gusto and death breath Buried without casket and no one writes my epitaph Cause they heard that I'm still breathing and they think that means, I'm still alive I'm still alive
And I knew the mountain side would be Ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again
And why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair Why could I not die then, since it doesn't really matter whereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
