89 acessos
Go your way,
I'll take the long way 'round,
I'll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gates
As croak in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you'll find loss
And you'll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down
There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now
Go your way,
I'll take the long way 'round,
I'll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gates
As croak in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you'll find loss
And you'll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down
There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now