On our first flash of freedom I called out your name Love it is hard Like an overdue train We felt so much more Than our hearts could explain On our first flash of freedom
A fistful of glory; a suitcase of sin The language you dream in when you count to ten You go to the edge And you always give in On your first flash of freedom
Down every canyon and mountain we fall We laugh at our shadows Tall on the wall Your brain is so full But you can't keep it all On your first flash of freedom
Across ancient bridges Through a town with no name Across painted hills That no rich man can claim Run the wild mustangs That nothing could tame On your first flash of freedom On your first flash of freedomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.