Oh I heard them talk,. that the way to god is a golden road. and it's been said,. that you lose your way you jump in the devil's bed. And all you told me,. that I was just a boy at the tender age
We had howl ooh We'd run around. The summer in the nighttime. We make no sound. Deep in the forest we get lost. Whistle to the Birds as they call. Go on trips. Moving with weather as it shifts.
The wolves out here they used to run in packs. But they were killed off by all the traps. And they no longer howl at night And people round these parts, they fear the night. And everything that's o
The words that you write, they catch me in the morning light. The lines that I read, oh they move me. We tucked it inside, aura so fine. Ooh it helps me, to find what I need (Chorus). Take my hand
Oh I'm screaming out because I'm lost in a city on the westside. And you got me crying out oh you left me and I'm looking for a reason why. And when I dream I see my mother's eyes because she raised
