We came down a black dirt hill Between the rows of blooming peaches And we scattered leaping fawns As we fell into the ditches
Ahead of me ran Jackson Who took a bullet to the chest And beneath the swaying peaches Jackson slowly bled to death
But as his green eyes dimmed I saw a fiery mist Drift softly to the clouds From between his cold blue lips
Now my eyes were open I stood up between the guns I saw trails of smoke and fire Flying everywhere I looked
Like hands of glowing light Trailing up from fallen peaches And around the running fawns Leaping through the branches
Across the corpses on the hills The sunset spread her flames And her glowing fingers held me As she dug my shallow graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
