Southern Minnesota in the year of 1997 There was a great natural light in the sky And people ran in fear And I was so concerned with the welfare Of the
Pardon me my dear, you've gone straight to my head It's now been two months, that I expect you to be dead And I could swear on this but I can't be sure
Lookin' down from the apple tree My hands tied in back of me With this rope below my chin We don't fear death, my Adrian And trust me, son, that one
Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth Blood on my face, blood on my face Don't you take pictures
Sleepin' in a cherry tree High above a monastery Where the bells are ringing slow To say farewell when hours go And all the while I'm dreamin' of The
October morning, little plane on the forest floor Up on the TV between a rerun and another war Here in a hotel, trying to make some sense of this Two
Well, she told me let's stay out late Stay out late, let's walk the world Well, she told me, it was my mistake My mistake, amphetamine girl She told
Just let the disc play This is a song to give you hope I wouldn't have it any other way This is a song to give you hope When you say Honey, I'm afraid
Be here now, no other place to be Or just sit there dreaming of how life would be If we were somewhere better Somewhere far away from all all worries
When I got home there was blood on the door I saw you lying on the kitchen floor I ran down the hallway, when I saw what he did And found our little bitty
I left my country when I was nineteen 1925 And drifted to a town on the Cuban coast Met a woman who became my life And oh when I saw her darkness fled
Black panther defy the power Fight the violence with nonviolence What good is justice if the scales are bent By a criminal government? Think of the dead
Wind blowing through the trees [Incomprehensible] light shines through I am so far from where I began when I was young Morning's breaking, I can hear
Look at me now I'm all dressed up in your words today Do you think about me? What do you think about me? And if it comes down It's still about the sweet
This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?" If I was standing in your shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up And start explaining at the speed
Through our love there runs a century spring What we've got is all we'll ever need And I will love you like wind blows through the trees And sing about
High in the hills there's an angel and the ghost in chains Here in your arms there's a desert where it always rains As your legs begin to spread how I
I go out of my way To stop and say hello To a man who doesn't know my name In a shop I don't usually go He always asks me how is it going And I always
