The yellow sun Well, it took the hand Of a country boy To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark Left no shadow at all On the ancient, holy streets Where I learned to crawl
Twenty-four, not making sense I kept a diary of my experience
The broken and the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused All here
Words would find me Creep up behind me Break in and enter Through every locked door Rhymes began in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-five Trying to stay alive In a corner of the world With no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell We're like butter on toast And there's no army in this world That could fight a ghost
The scared and the brave The saint and the slave Some in the grave All here
Words would land on me Then abandon me Mangle, untangle me Leave me on the floor Spring, it sprang from me Summer sang in me Summer sings in me no more
So glad you made it home Home in time, the day that's light So glad you made it home Made it in time for daylightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
