9 acessos
Oh I was sent to find the lonesome place
Where I was lost but left to trace
By carving riddles on the lonesome vine
Oh but rumor has it that I wasn't born
I just walked in one frosty morn
Into the vision of some vacant mind
Oh once I held a pony by its flagging mane
And once I called the shadow in the turning game
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear
Aww A savior (Xavier's?) on the border of the sun
Swings on the chambers of your guns
And tries to shoot the chord and light the path
Aww but hell I'm just a blind man on the plains
I drink my water when it rains
And live by chance among the lightning strikes
Oh once I held a glacier to an open flame
And once I felt like wildcat in the fallen game
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear
Oh the singer's on the edge to feed the canyon's mouth
They will go on forever til they sing you out of time
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear