Intro: Em C Em C Em C With eyes of fire Em C No one can see Em C The smoke from the sweet grass Em
Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should it's hard to find, but that's alright yeah Searching for the way, push harder everyday It's deep
With eyes of fire No one can see The smoke from the sweet grass Covers me I am drawn I am drawn to her Like a moth to a flame She leads me down Unbound
I knew a plant whose roots were bound And then returned into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day it struggled so Roots were bound, the roots
Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner Not enough of this, too much that So many voices tried to speak as one Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong
I?d like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I?ve got some things That I?d like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird bath
I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were
This is no place for me Outcast of society No mourning from my side Against them I will fly Yes I will... Flying through the forest The colors blind
I'm cynical, they say... Petrified, maybe. Disgusted by his ways, A conscious is clear and I fear it is free to betray Premeditated crime, He plans and
Tercüme: Band. Ciltsiz.
Tercüme: Sahil Envy On. Ciltsiz.
Tercüme: Lambchop. Ciltsiz İncil.
Contours broaden devoid of constriction Confinements lost, freeing my affliction Drifting beyond mortality, surpassing the divine To revamp the off-lit
I?d like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I?ve got some things That I?d like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird