The day I turned my back on all you people I felt an itching in my thumbs Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond When my transformation comes
I went down to the warm, warm water Saw a pelican fly past Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me I went wading through the grass
And no one was gonna come and get me There wasn't anybody gonna know Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake Every single place I go
And it was cool and it was quiet In the humid marsh down there I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water Felt it gumming up my hair
The sun was sinking into the Atlantic The last time that I turned my back on you I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under It was the best that I could do
And I said let them all fare better than your serpent The reeds all pricking at my skin Here's hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you All that water rushing inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
