I’m longing for a place | |
Where there are no straight lines | |
And the colors just came roaring down | |
And the weather’s always fine | |
I want to drive down the memory road | |
With no one else in sight | |
When I find that you were lying to me | |
It is already late | |
And the moon will spare its life | |
Turn to rotting bodies | |
What’s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? | |
What’s left to you if you have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I take this? | |
And the moon spared his life | |
Turns angry to you | |
What’s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? |
I' m longing for a place | |
Where there are no straight lines | |
And the colors just came roaring down | |
And the weather' s always fine | |
I want to drive down the memory road | |
With no one else in sight | |
When I find that you were lying to me | |
It is already late | |
And the moon will spare its life | |
Turn to rotting bodies | |
What' s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? | |
What' s left to you if you have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I take this? | |
And the moon spared his life | |
Turns angry to you | |
What' s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? |
I' m longing for a place | |
Where there are no straight lines | |
And the colors just came roaring down | |
And the weather' s always fine | |
I want to drive down the memory road | |
With no one else in sight | |
When I find that you were lying to me | |
It is already late | |
And the moon will spare its life | |
Turn to rotting bodies | |
What' s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? | |
What' s left to you if you have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I take this? | |
And the moon spared his life | |
Turns angry to you | |
What' s left to you if | |
I have all that | |
I want? Can | |
I give it to you? |