Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when he rides by But I remember when we shared a vision, you and I
Worked hard to build this altar, we made it earn its keep The cracks across its surface spiderweb while we're asleep The sacrificial stains all spread out and soaking through But I remember when we kept it pretty, me and you
And high above the water the eagle spots the fish Every martyr in this jungle is gonna get his wish
Stockshots, stupid stockshots from the Pamona mall Set up like unloved icons gathering dust up on the wall From films no one remembers they call down silently But I remember when their names were dear to you and me
Pennies on the dollar, everything's gotta go The things that we can't even give away, I don't wanna know Try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up into the light I remember when we loved each other day and night
And high above the water the eagle spots the fish Every martyr in the jungle is gonna get his wishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
