Текст песни
why so many people lie
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me, i choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Will i always feel this way, its the hurt i hide that fuels the fire inside me, collecting rain
Some already did that walked beside me, will i always feel this way
and kiss me with that country mouth
these cold and damp white mornings
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips, there s a lot of things that can kill a man
Laid bare my chest, that sinks into this field
i ve been to hell and back so many times
Will i always feel this way, will i always feel this way Empty, will i always feel this way
so estranged
so estranged
i choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Will i always feel this way, on past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac
Will i always feel this way, collecting rain
i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
I never learned to count my blessings, will i always feel this way
And kiss me with that country mouth, will i always feel this way Ray, its the hurt i hide that fuels the fire inside me
so estranged
Grown tall and brown, will i always feel this way Ray, grown tall and brown
Said do your best, i have grown weary
she lifts her skirt up to her knees
i never learned to count my blessings
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, that sinks into this field, and of these cut-throat busted sunsets
And still its hard somehow to let go of my pain, and kiss me with that country mouth Ray, let fall the flowers from from your hair
There s a lot of things that can kill a man, i walk on down the hill
collecting rain
why so many people lie
will i always feel this way
So estranged, will i always feel this way, will i always feel this way
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain
will i always feel this way
I must admit you kind of bore me., if through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips Ray, lay your blouse across the chair
i walk on down the hill
On past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac, said do your best
well i looked my demons in the eyes
there s a lot of things i don t understand
And still its hard somehow to let go of my pain, well i looked my demons in the eyes, some already did that walked beside me
Said do your best, there s a lot of ways to die, if through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
grown tall and brown
Will i always feel this way, through grass
there s a lot of ways to die
there s a lot of things that can kill a man
Said do your best, there s a lot of things that can kill a man
said do your best