Canyons (Running Around and On The Run)
don’t touch me baby, I’m on fire and you’re on the loose side of liar dirty clothes in the dryer aren’t as clean as they seem save the breath that’s been wasted save the tastes you tasted only you know what they mean load up the cannons mount your stallions better head for the canyons unseen and unheard but in the pale insight of the morning light we are grey alright and nothing is at is seems and it’s a dark tale you’re weavin’, at the crest of evening with a full moon in your throat as the pallbearers take their leave and words lose their meaning soon as they are wrote bang! bang! goes the canyons ride your stallions make for the canyons unseen and unheard in the pale insight of that morning light we are feared alright but nothing is at it seems as the hills turn to umber in the dog days of summer playing boys' games till last light and I remember my father, turning up my collar on the first autumn night set down your cannon dismount your stallion ‘cause here in the canyon you’re unseen and unheard and in the pale insight of the morning light we are free alright, but nothing is as it seems Words by travist.paine. ©2007 Ocean Tone - Words [back to main page] |
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