A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru banks Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat
And even the broken glass scattered in the street Shines like a thousand diamond rings
Neon above the old motels Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills The sunset's a bird with wings made out of fire Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky
And every night from 6:00 to 6:05 The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light Even the broken glass shattered in the street Shines like a thousand diamond ringsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
