Woorden:
Cherry Ghost

Yeah boy, I sure do, I remember yonder back yonder n' the 20's They said that a Floyd Collins, he'd been caught in that cave That sand cave down there

15th heir to the ball and chain House full of hungry kids to his name Everything to lose and nothing to gain Long reign Alfred, the great Touched his

Angel eyes, strike a match And set this city alight All of my life I have been pondering The good done doing right Won't you be my mountain bird? Forget

World without sound, can't you keep the noise down? 'Else you gonna make the baby cry Over split blood heavens anyone would Think you had an Axe to grind

Remember me with a smile on my face Replace the tears in your memory with Two heroic arms that twisted lids from jars And dragged you home after drinking

Where the fountains freeze and teetering heels fall to their knees in disrepair a dozen limping midnights leave me there Where the vandals loot and no

God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry those Hardfaced Queens of misadventure God knows

Remember me with a smile on my face replace the tears in your memory with two heroic arms that twisted lids from jars and dragged you home after drinking

Angel eyes, strike a match and set this city alight All of my life I have been pondering the good done doing right Won't you be my mountain bird