Letra

They call to me They cry to me I had a vision across the sand And up until I dreamed through life With my mother's four brothers and their wives I chose you eventually Oh silly, over the river 'Cause in the streets, cocaine nights It sets a high charisma Where there's a whispering 2 a.m. full There's a stance as they're takin' the runaways Through it, I open my mouth to speak somehow I found it all came out quite clumsy I want the same thing everyday I got hopeless, I felt Tesha flee They said to get on that boat and ride I took a 12-day trip back to their hive Throwing off the sea Through eyes and lens Sacred machine Hardworking man For alien creed The place of the ram looking at me I'm looking at them The waves that eyes the pain has carried down Behind the stars are rolling to his sound He's shaking in his chew at just the count Oh-oh, it's him Holy priest, holy chief, holy man Holy chief, holy man Same, same staley land Allowing incense lines Sway and serene, I am That the man asked me to take care of them I take the world's full weight on my tongue I say a song is anything that's sung I touch my freezing hands to the drum I say a song is anything that's sung Up on the lookout point with my passing gun saying law Is anything that's done I feel the many ifs to the one I say a bear is anything that's run Throwing off the sea Through eyes and lens The hem of his sleeve Hardworking man From hell grips they weep From lion hands, they're livin' for me I'm livin' for them The sky goes black The cattle going wild The virgins, as they shake, extend it out He stand and also care for us cast down Oh-oh, it's him Holy freak, holy thing, holy man Holy thing, holy man
Writer(s): William Graefe, Will Robinson Sheff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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