Song | We Are The Selfish Ones |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | The Wilderness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o’clock. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
She falls asleep, the book on her lap,“all things change to something new,something strange.” | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
We walk along with my hand on your back,the days behind recedingforward to a day when all we love will pass. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o’clock. |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o' clock. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
She falls asleep, the book on her lap," all things change to something new, something strange." | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
We walk along with my hand on your back, the days behind recedingforward to a day when all we love will pass. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o' clock. |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o' clock. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
She falls asleep, the book on her lap," all things change to something new, something strange." | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
We walk along with my hand on your back, the days behind recedingforward to a day when all we love will pass. | |
We are the selfish ones | |
We are the lucky ones | |
We are the needed ones | |
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o' clock. |