歌词

I've been drifting along In the same stale shoes Loose ends tying a noose In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together It's a strange invitation When I wake up Someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant When I think it's all beginning I've been drifting along In the same stale shoes Loose ends tying a noose In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together It's a strange invitation
Writer(s): Michael S. Simpson, John Robert King, Beck Hansen, Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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