I wrote a song for the ones that I remember. A memory's lament, all the lovers I have met. Well I wrote a song for the the ones that I forget. . And take these, dreams from me.
Im trying not to try. But this fire was it here before you and I. And ive seen it all before. Through a crack in the wall and umbilical cord, hide your love inside my head.
Well away from the city they carried my life. I'd grown tired of the way that the day treats the night. And no matter how far I ran. No matter how far I ran.
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone. To the feeling of. Hot and cold. . Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone. To the feeling of.
Well I know my sins and sorrows. But I will tend my wounds tomorrow. Oh, I know my sins and sorrows. . I said Lord, don't take my body. Oh, cause I never hurt nobody.
[Verse 1]. Well it came from the water with a black heart, oh my god. And fell like a sunset sinking in a fever. Well it held my hand, no, it had me by the throat.
It's in my heart, in my bed. Like a bullet in my head. It's in my soul, skin and bone. I'm on the lowest road I know. Take my hand and feel my pulse. Feel my love, won't you feel my loss.