Из альбома: Covering Ground
It seems we’re okay
Oh, we all medicate
To come down from the pain if it’s save
We all wait for rain when the dustbowl of shame
Feels our lungs with regret that we’ve saved
It seems we’re okay growing old from a miles of Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms occasionally high
Through the wait, lord the weight
Cough it up and sift thought the remnants of old news
And leave it in the gutte to wash
Cause there ain’t no blackwoods or water there run to Just to burnout the end or the cause
It seems we’re okay growing old from a miles of Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms
Occasionally high through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight
Let’s get a handle on ourselves again
And hold truth to our love and our friends
It seems we’re okay growing old from a miles of Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms
Occasionally high through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight