The words flow, decisions made Idea's mine, but the inspiration not Dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well Spells of ezmerelda, emeralds foretold Splinters in the eye, sentiments remain Bones are never asked, where we going to It was never up to me, and yet I pushed until it broke
I love the open road and all that it suggests Wheel wagon dust, weeds and infidelities and Always saw her alone, never questioned why, In a wooden house immoveable and silent and Drinking strawberry wine, forever lost in town And thru the sleeping streets night bound and heavy Wheels in a spoke, just a spoken foreign sound
Now my gates are high, my friends even higher Forgotten in my mind, yet the skies still linger and Clouds of blue skies, I'm jealous of you birds Was the only truth in a world full of words? Hear the prairie sound in a friend called nil The heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up His voice the siren of greek mythology
I pause with my pen I begin to defend Every action taken, every moment sealed When I was quick, it coursed through open veins The will to live, the urgency to move Behind a panel door, sealing cherry stained I played my guitar and lived those lonesome notes
Like a dog that's down In a corner just a sigh Waiting to be called Waiting to be yours Go survive my shame Without purpose or will
I often speak of you, but the you is always me Cause when I speak of me, it's me I ask of you So let there be no truth, just trickery in rhymes Time the only thing, waiting still as death
I hope for resolution, pray one defining moment Pause without restrain, barren without child A child is who I was, a child is who I'll die Soot in my hair And stars in my hands Soot in my hair And stars in my hands Soot in my hair And stars in my handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
