Woorden:
Whitley Chris

Everybody knows I can tell how you fill your clothes I can see it at the edge of your smile So strange about the dormant desire But everybody knows the

I ain't got no pride in my pants I ain't got no poise or plans Hear me out with your hands It's nothing major, sister I can't get off Yeah, nothing major

Sheets of golden velvet rain Lubricate my naked steel again Let the day go by far below Million miles of sky all I know Aerial, aerial, get on Aerial

Walk it with the father Talk it with the son Baby got vision child Like a loaded gun She use my body Like carrion crow Doing our transmission thing On

From one island to another Winds shifting, currents cover The navigations, these separations Rowing home alone A beach, a blazing fire Lighthouse eyes

You never notice child And I just pretend again About the power shift On your God thing I never forget falling now The times you rode with me You followed

Now when this is over, over and through When all them changes have come and passed I want to meet you in the Big Sky Country I wanna prove, mama, love

Bring me your favors, mummy Bring me them with a scar Bring me your favors in the broad daylight I'll never know who you are Never know Never Bring me

There's nothing wrong with staying inside There's nothing wrong staying home tonight All week long was a world of restless Whatever it takes for a little