Damien Jurado — TAQOMA

Текст песни: TAQOMA

TAQOMA LyricsFlown out from the window
Flown out from the green
A match to any ceiling
Voices from the flame

In the long run
In the long run

So long at pretending
I was once your boy
Ships out on the landing
Faces you'll avoid
In the long run
In the long run
In the long run
In the long run

Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own
Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own

Down to the road, clover and gold
It's your own hand to hold
Staring me down, swallowing sound
It's your own hand to hold

Everybody want to be some somebody
Don't you want somebody for your own

Down to the road, clover and gold
It's your own hand to hold
Staring me down, swallowing sound
It's your own hand to hold