Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade Thrashing and hollering I wouldn′t leave this town if it could One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book
Take my anvil hands Lift them up above my head Driving 'round this town Lost my taste for rodeo clowns Buying stuff that I don′t need Build a tower made of rusty cans Watch the mountains block the sunrise Stapled papers and smokey vices
Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade Would you keep calling me when your memory starts to fade Thrashing and hollering I wouldn't leave this town if it could One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book
Erase your face with paints and light Melting through sedimentary life Talking down to your hometown Burn, burn to the ground I could claw my way up to anything that feels like new Take my anvil hands It's not so bad, man
Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade Will you keep calling me when your memory starts to fade Thrashing and hollering I wouldn′t leave this town if it could One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book
Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade Thrashing and hollering I wouldn′t leave this town if it could One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book
Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade Thrashing and hollering I wouldn't leave this town if it could One hundred pages of memory and a match without a bookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
