Pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow pretty, pretty
Pain don't go You remind me of a winter storm Faith don't grow When they said you've been sold If I stay, don't go Pain don't go You remind me of a
I dream of dusty roads, paved with gold that lead me in your eyes. The marmeladed paintings sing a song that not the crows will try. The Piano screams
Didn?t anyone mention, didn?t anyone mention that hate is all we show? Love is not a side we care to know. You cut half your heart, it makes it hard to
Well I broke, I wrote a song About our love, and how its strong How your kisses keep me warm. And even when I make you cry, I?ll still sing you lullabies
A cup of cold black coffee On the right side of the bed I picture you sleeping there next to him With your toes all painted red And the misty, grey
I?ve walked half of this country to get to this town, to put a bill in my pocket and shake the dirt from a crown. If your worries are trouble, then your
Well, Dear Darcy, How do I even start? These plain and broken hearts, How I left you in the cold, Dear. Dear Darcy, Do you remember when, White lights
shake the hand of your father and his new wife fourteen blushed broken and a half tie black bible is the mother of your new life ink stains your blood
(This is 'The Occidental Saloon' Video Version) Lay you head Where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down on the green grass And remember
: I sold my ships away for a dime that I can?t save. Now this love I?ve made isn?t real. Shelter me, dearest lord, from this habit I can?t break. I?
: Do you remember when time, wasn?t an issue at all, It was where you were going, how far you could walk Do you remember? Do you remember? Do
: I will miss the sunshine. I will miss the moon. I will miss the snowfields that put sparkles in your shoes. But I am gone, I am gone. If this road
: I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes. *repeat* I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes- arrive upon the mountain just to see what
: Isn't it hard to pretend that there's no feeling When you're alone on sunny days Just give me hope there's some light inside your own engine Some mechanism
: Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their
: Commodore, commodore, commodore well save yourself, the cellars cold but dry. Commodore, commodore, commodore well grab your coat, The wind'll
: I hope you find what you're lookin for when it all comes running down I hope you find it painted black on your window , or the lips of your lovers