[southamerican bonus track]. . [Music and Lyrics by D.Gildenlow]. . Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near. A lovely vision of my doom. The sunlight's fading - reflections start to dim.
You claim I don't know you, but I know you well. I read in those ash eyes we've been through hell. I've walked with the weakest just to feel strong. You've given your body just to belong.
I Am. I Am. I Am. I was not then I came to be. I cannot remember not being. . But I may have traveled far, very far, to get here. Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness.
Touching ground Going home to those I miss. Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss. But there's something in her voice When she is calling me. A trace of blood to lead me.
Touching ground Going home to those I miss. Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss. But there's something in her voice When she is calling me. A trace of blood to lead me.
[music & lyrics: daniel gildenlw]. . WALK WITH ME! There are worlds to see!. Listen to me now - You. Listen to me now - You.. Do my words mean more to hear when I am standing here?.
Well I'm saving up my money. Trying to buy transcendental meditation. Cause lately all my visions. They been keepin' me awake at night. Now you might think it's funny.
You know it sure is nice. To have a little bit of money. You know it's been a long time. Now finally honey. We got a good place. Stand and stare at the sun.
Daddy came down with a broken back. I don't believe he's gonna make it back. Momma went looking for something to do. And I'm left here with self-centered blues.
You say it's not that bad. Getting old. You say it's not that bad. Getting old. Always do what you're told. Always do what you're told. You say it's not that bad.
Sometimes I lose my way. I forget the words to say. Been having trouble with myself. And yes I am in pretty bad health. That don't bother me. I tell you that's a fact.
I rode in on the wind on an eagle made of tin. About a dollar in my pocket and a couple of broken ribs. And my mind was on some shit that had sent my friends home again.
When you walk down the street. You're using your feet. LSD. When you look at your hand. You look at your hand. LSD. When you look at the man. Who is that man.
Well your momma looks good. And you're daddy's rich too. But they didn't teach ya. How to move. How to groove. Can you do what I do. Can you do what I do.
Don't worry about a thing. We've got your number and we've got your name. Believe us or not. We know what you're talking about. . Don't mind if we listen in.
It's easy to get hung up. On your way to Santa Fe. They'll give you whiskey, wine and women. And they'll send you on your way. Get out to the desert. Out to where it's flat.
Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all. Standing in the city with the clocks counting one. And your face is still wet from the fight before. As your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them.
I can see it in your eyes now,. You have come to resent me. Condescension in the silence. Your fingers are tired girl,. How they falter against my thigh.
Off to the funeral making cola knots. We sit and reminisce about the past. And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her. In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us.
We meet inside the café. The air is thick like hospital. Choked by the gold on your finger. We were lovers. . Bury the thoughts that resurface. Those hands were mine.