A loner landed and made new land Empty arms, starting over again Held new words over old thundering ways Then clear ice: raw, lifeless, and numb
No motors yet, a buried dream A deep exhaust, in empty arms With tired tracks, it's coming back Pulled from pens, and out of boots
February says: this is all you get Do something with it As February fails and it won't last Do something with it
No motors yet, a buried dream A deep exhaust, in empty arms With tired tracks, it's coming back Pulled from pens, and out of boots And out of boots
Pick another song, one that's not so sad ‘Cause the night is long and the warnings ignored And you couldn't be more you Singing over under the fingernail moon
No motors yet, a buried dream A deep exhaust, in empty arms With tired tracks, it's coming back Pulled from pens, and out of boots And out of bootsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
