In the city of the elms where we smoked in the stalls In our rogue adolescence we tore up halls She caught my eye across the room, with a wink and a tipped the hood We waited for the moment then we shot to the woods
She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved her name in a stone In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home And now remnants of her living days are names in a wall They will be gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall Gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name
The doors were always knockin' like a train come alive Their names, I couldn't say, but the faces survived We drank the beers and sung the cheers and wore our voices out We polished off the bottle that she stole from the house
And like a group of vagrants round a fire alite Contented drunk and careless like teenage night I can still remember the room in which she pulled me away And now I'm callin' out her name in a moment of gray I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey
And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name
You could count the years in ashes, you could count 'em in stone But you'll never stop time with all the watches you own The stillness in her casket with the ghost of a smile Was frozen for a moment if not only a while Frozen for a moment if not only a while
And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played And I can't remember the rhythm of her name And I can't remember the rhythm they played I can't remember the rhythm of her name
Is callin' out from a carving in a stone I swear I'll carve it deeper when I make my way homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
