Teksty:
Beneath The Sky Falling In Love With Cold Hands

below I love the dreaming when I think of The safety in the clouds out my window I wonder what keeps us so high up Could there be a love beneath these

off the ridge and hollers with dignity in the now cloudless sky its long red hair blowing freely in the wind... The chariot emerges and with a sharp

these tables have turned Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label Sip the ladle drank the burn begging for dead Concerns off with

through a city with labyrinth streets, where no one walks, where no voices speak Where empty towers above me rise toward an empty, starless sky Like a cold

pass judgment On those that fall For those that first fall Are the first that shall call you And those that fall after Into sadness and waste These bodies that fall

sky Love me like a baby, love me like an only child Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal

wide and I'll be forgiven There's something in there, that keeps on pulling me apart I have stood beneath the sky, well it sickened riding high My hands forever stained with

with the same cold wind You were never one to follow the rules (Well, the winds are coming in from the west this time And it's a long, cold draft) This

sky Love me like a baby, love me like an only child Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal