vultures everywhere
alive in flames, no cross to bear
burdened out of thinner air
disguised, figured fears
the shadow felt the light caress
of an undone wedding dress
loosened chains, I guess, are heaviest
God knows, I'll never pass
where he who judges shall possess
tongues won't tame the words of this
fouled innocence
mist retreats behind the air
pull'n [sic] from all that's travelled there
which moves the motions, the conscience bears
the truth would never dare
headlights show a path well worn
through man's revolving door
just like in any war
there ain't nothing more
God knows, I'll never pass
where he who judges shall possess
tongues won't tame the words of this
fouled innocence
everyone is dead
Kenneth Pattengale еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1