Woorden: Townes Van Zandt. Lungs.

Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsin'
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
Up the time that's passin'

Breath I'll take and breath I'll give
And pray the day is not poisoned
Stand among the ones that live
In lonely indecision

Well, fingers walk the darkness down
Mind is on the midnight
Gather up the gold you've found
You fool it's only moonlight

If you try to take it home
Your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone
Try to find another

Salvation sat and crossed herself
Called the devil partner
Wisdom burned upon a shelf
Who'll kill the raging cancer

Seal the river at its mouth
Take the water prisoner
Fill the sky with screams and cries
Bathe in fiery answers

Well, Jesus was an only son
And love his only concept
The strangers cry in foreign tongues
And dirty up the doorstep

And I for one, and you for two
Ain't got the time for outside
Keep your injured looks to you
We'll tell the world that we tried