Morning wanderings... Incredible.. Empty She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing And I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Walk on down the hill Through grass grown tall and brown And still its hard somehow to let go of my pain On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain Will I always feel this way ‒ So empty, so estranged? And of these cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me? Lay your blouse across the chair, Let fall the flowers from your hair And kiss me with that country mouth so plain. Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves To me it sounds like theyre applauding us, The quiet love weve made. Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged? Well, I looked my demons in the eyes laid bare my chest, said Do your best, destroy me. You see, Ive been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me. Theres a lot of things that can kill a man Theres a lot of ways to die Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me Theres a lot of things I dont understand Why so many people lie Well, its the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged?
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 12:43:22 +0000
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