I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down
And finds that made me wonder
If the lights were wrong
Well my hands they never touched no ground
Well you're telling this in numbers
Of the many times you're gone
I could lie -- I don't care about forgiving
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
And you're fencing up the hours
In the fields of red
Why you think I'm on a loveless trail
In the letters from the lovers
In the land gone wrong
Explanations always written late
When you're telling curse to framing
Of the crying you heard song (sounds like he's saying you but makes no sense)
I could lie -- I dont care about what's missing
But sometimes its just roses dying too young
Well your train of thought
Always passing here
When it's falling babe
And its broken gears
It's the damn Revelation Blues
When you see the path
And you know you wont be the last
Oh lord, Oh lord
I was more than just a terror
I was crying too
But you showed me in the gusts between
That a wind is sometimes broken
And its flying path
Has no meaning or a ghost within
Well you're telling this in hiding
Now your feeling's always wrong
And I always wanna bring you something
But sometimes its just roses dying too young
I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down
holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
with my hands that never touched no ground
when your talent is in numbers
of the many times you’re gone
I could lie I don’t care about forgiving
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
As I’m fencing up the hours
in the fields of red
while you think I’m on a loveless straight
in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
explanations always written late
when your talent curse the framing
of...
I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down
holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
with my hands that never touched no ground
when your talent is in numbers
of the many times you’re gone
I could lie I don’t care about forgiving
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
As I’m fencing up the hours
in the fields of red
while you think I’m on a loveless straight
in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
explanations always written late
when your talent curse the framing
of the crying you heard sung
I could lie I don’t care about what’s missing
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
your train of thoughts is always passing here
with its falling paint, and its broken gears
it’s the damn revelation blues when you see the path
and you know you won’t be the last,
oh lord…
I was more than just a terror
I was crying too
but you showed me in the gusts between
that a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
has no meaning nor a ghost within
when your talent is in hiding
that your feeling is always wrong
I always want to bring you something
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young.
I was more than just a coward I was handsome too I felt nothing when your flood came down And finds that made me wonder If the lights were wrong Well my hands they never touched no ground
Well you're telling this in numbers Of the many times you're gone I could lie -- I don't care about forgiving But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
And you're fencing up the hours In the fields of red Why you think I'm on a loveless trail In the letters from the lovers In the land gone wrong Explanations always written late
When you're telling curse to framing Of the crying you heard song (sounds like he's saying you but makes no sense) I could lie -- I dont care about what's missing But sometimes its just roses dying too young
Well your train of thought Always passing here When it's falling babe And its broken gears It's the damn Revelation Blues When you see the path And you know you wont be the last Oh lord, Oh lord
I was more than just a terror I was crying too But you showed me in the gusts between That a wind is sometimes broken And its flying path Has no meaning or a ghost within
Well you're telling this in hiding Now your feeling's always wrong And I always wanna bring you something But sometimes its just roses dying too young
from the man himself @ deadoceans.com:
from the man himself @ deadoceans.com:
Revelation Blues
Revelation Blues
I was more than just a coward I was handsome too I felt nothing when your flood came down holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong with my hands that never touched no ground when your talent is in numbers of the many times you’re gone I could lie I don’t care about forgiving but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young As I’m fencing up the hours in the fields of red while you think I’m on a loveless straight in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong explanations always written late when your talent curse the framing of...
I was more than just a coward I was handsome too I felt nothing when your flood came down holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong with my hands that never touched no ground when your talent is in numbers of the many times you’re gone I could lie I don’t care about forgiving but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young As I’m fencing up the hours in the fields of red while you think I’m on a loveless straight in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong explanations always written late when your talent curse the framing of the crying you heard sung I could lie I don’t care about what’s missing but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young your train of thoughts is always passing here with its falling paint, and its broken gears it’s the damn revelation blues when you see the path and you know you won’t be the last, oh lord… I was more than just a terror I was crying too but you showed me in the gusts between that a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path has no meaning nor a ghost within when your talent is in hiding that your feeling is always wrong I always want to bring you something but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young.