This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Oh she’d drag me out with spurs
Into the candlelight
She did.
And she rode me like the bull
In some honky-tonk
She did, oh yes she did
But she’d never had to worry
About the dwindling of dollars
Or how life could strike out iron spite
And crush you without warning
But I did, Lo-Lord I surely did.
And I was bold when I first met her
Enamored with all the things that she did
Oh but then something crept into me
It was a blackness I hated and I deeply hid
But I was jealous and concerned
Like some damn beast and she was beauty
Thought some dashing man would sweep her up
And bury me in torment
Yes, I did, though I ain’t too proud of it
Oh was I speaking holy tongues?
Or withdrawing from you?
Did a plague of sinking feelings leave me speaking in half-truths?
Oh I do not have the stomach to repair these gaping wounds
I’ll take my share of the blame for all the things I did.
So now our castle gates are broken
The wreckage is the price for what we did
Oh yeah that girl she was my lover
Now she is a stranger in the land in which I live
Oh ain’t it funny how far we travel in the company of friends
Yet somehow the times we share but fill our faces with regret?
Oh, I hate it, though I feel it must be (sib[?])
Oh was I speaking holy tongues?
Or withdrawing from you?
Did a plague of sinking feelings leave me speaking in half-truths?
Though I do not have the stomach to repair these gaping wounds
I’ll take my share of the blame for all the things I did.
Into the candlelight
She did.
And she rode me like the bull
In some honky-tonk
She did, oh yes she did
But she’d never had to worry
About the dwindling of dollars
Or how life could strike out iron spite
And crush you without warning
But I did, Lo-Lord I surely did.
And I was bold when I first met her
Enamored with all the things that she did
Oh but then something crept into me
It was a blackness I hated and I deeply hid
But I was jealous and concerned
Like some damn beast and she was beauty
Thought some dashing man would sweep her up
And bury me in torment
Yes, I did, though I ain’t too proud of it
Oh was I speaking holy tongues?
Or withdrawing from you?
Did a plague of sinking feelings leave me speaking in half-truths?
Oh I do not have the stomach to repair these gaping wounds
I’ll take my share of the blame for all the things I did.
So now our castle gates are broken
The wreckage is the price for what we did
Oh yeah that girl she was my lover
Now she is a stranger in the land in which I live
Oh ain’t it funny how far we travel in the company of friends
Yet somehow the times we share but fill our faces with regret?
Oh, I hate it, though I feel it must be (sib[?])
Oh was I speaking holy tongues?
Or withdrawing from you?
Did a plague of sinking feelings leave me speaking in half-truths?
Though I do not have the stomach to repair these gaping wounds
I’ll take my share of the blame for all the things I did.
Lyrics submitted by mmrcw0829
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