Here is the question. Which draings bloodied lips. Here is the delight. Which mingles sweat and torment. On the lips. Here is the sperm of the dark. Which everyone.
I'll find you on the other side. Even if you hate me. I'll be beside you. You won't even notice. I'll trample on your feet. You won't even notice.... .
oh god. I have seen my reflexion in your eyes. my face was not there. I'm a child of a devil. . oh god. look at me. this is my belief. it's me. that changes the wine into the blood.
Found her starin' at the rain. And askin' "Why it has to hurt so bad?". Where's the limit to the pain her heart can take. Before it breaks in half. . I wanted to be strong enough to hold her.
Is our world spinning backwards?. What has brought about this change?. Cant you see that people arent the same. . Wish I were dreamin. And could wake up from my sleep.
The first thought through my sleepy head. When I fell outta my bed is I hope the sky is gray. I'm gonna write a sad song today. So I make up my mind, slip on my shoes.
City sidewalk, bright Saturday morning. Beggar with a halo shuffles up to me. He asks me for a coin, and mumbles. "Thank you, and God bless you". . Good deeds and halos, not sure what I believe.
How far are You? How close am I?. I know Your words are true and I don't feel them inside. Still I believe You'll never leave. So where are You now?. .
Last thing I remember, sayin' bye to yesterday. Glad to see it over, pullin' covers over my head. But what were You doin' while I dreamt the night away.
I would take no for an answer. Just to know I heard You speak. And I'm wonderin' why I've never. Seen the signs they claim they see. Are the special revelations.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. . Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
Standing on the edge of the dock. With the wind in our faces. Been watchin the waves roll in. And it feels like were sailing. . Now Russell chimes in.
There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel. Shadows growin' longer now, nippin' at my heels. I know that soon that old four-lane that runs beneath my wheels.
We had our fill of old junk cars and unpaid bills. But our love was clear in the struggling years. Up against the world four young boys and our little girl.
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own. Of an old caballo a strawberry roan. I was hangin' 'round town just a spendin' my time. Out of a job and not earnin' a dime.
We made camp along Red River. Watched the cattle as they bedded down. Back at the wagons, right after supper. We spread our bedrolls on the ground. . And me and Willie, we took the night guard.
Well, way out west where the wild wind blows. The eagle flies and the sage brush grows. Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear. They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers.
I'm weary and tired I've done my day's ridin'. Nighttime is rolling my way. The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'. Peaceful and still ends the day.