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
I walk on down the hill Through grass grown tall and brown And still it's 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 they're applauding us, The quiet love we've 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, I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me." There's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a lot of ways to die Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well, it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged?
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήWalks 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
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown
And still it's 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 they're applauding us,
The quiet love we've 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, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well, it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged?