Staring through glasses with no lenses At a tree climbing the sky. Our father seems to have lost his senses As he stands before our burning home
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense. The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms. Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far.
What have I become? How could this have happened? I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks. I’d forgotten what I was looking for. Power is flowing but the bulb is blown, I have no faith to call my own.
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well. As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts On a hill with three trees… The royalty is coming for my loyalty.
Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice. I am so very apathetic.
You abandon me.
Cradled in my mother’s arms, my reserves have been set free.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
