Was hast du denn davon,. wenn du nur nein sagst zu mir,. was hats du denn davon,. wenn du so lang ?berlegst.. Du rufst nie an.. Du gehst nie aus.. Dein Blick, der sieht schon.
I'm the family face. Flesh perishes, I live on. Projecting trait and trance.. Through time to times anon. And leaping from place to place. Over oblivion.
Kingdom of mine. Is beauty and blood. . Kingdom of mine. Is pride and power. Eternity they are. . - No mercy I have. For those. Who mock their name. Of the only.
Darkness!. Wings give to me. To invite the wind. In my arms. . Darkness!. WIngs give to me. To relief questions. Of my lust. . Darkness!. You are the beautiful act.
You can feel it coming. With the morning light. And you know the feelings. Gonna make you feel alright. . Almost close enough to. Hold out your hand. Span the distance, store resistance.
I've come to my senses. How did I get so far from home. The lies dissipating. Revealing I'm so alone. . And I remember now how strong love can be. And I wonder how did I ever leave.
Here come those eyes. There goes my ability to breathe. Those legs are walking her to me. . Well, tell me I ain't dreaming. . Here comes that smile. I can't even move, can't even blink.
Hark the herald angels sing. Glory to the newborn King. Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. . Joyful, all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies.
A purple sky to close the day. I wade the surf where dolphins play. The taste of salt, the dance of waves. And my soul wells up with hallelujahs. . A lightning flash, my pounding heart.
My home's in montana, I wear a bandana,. My spurs are silver, my horse is a bay.. And I've been a-roamin? all over wyomin?. There's plenty of work, but there ain't too much pay..
I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place to go. Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow. I never really got the hang of hanging around. .
Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
There used to be a time candlelight and wine. Was all that a woman would need. Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner. Or a movie she wanted to see.
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat. Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat. He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare.
While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home. All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends. And as he pulls in to the ranch he sees his mom hangin' out the wash.
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains. And winds it's way out across the plains. It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air.
Well a few years back. Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with nothing to do. And nowhere else to go. . And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways.
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes. Like a wild wind that blows in the night. The highways and back roads are all that he knows. He'll be gone with the mornin' gray light.
The ole man stands by the lone chute. He sold his calves today. He spits in the dust between his boots. As the semi pulls away. . Slick blue check in his grimy hands.