Well, I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls To find myself a few more just like me The option's pretty skinny and the order'
Here comes the captain She's a firecracker, skinny jeans Two lips of honey, yeah She leaves a trail of gasoline She drinks more whiskey Than her daddy
Lying in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard Water falling from the sky, so warm it feels hard Trying to figure out just who you really are to me
You said you'd never give in, never pretend That this is just a chapter for you What do we do? I feel like this is war on a hill A Jack and a Jill trying
water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow
[Music: O. BA?rud]
see it all Mother?s care and color of the kites Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of
On a warm summer day you'll find him there Relaxing in the shadows. Tapping his toe Under a tree Down in Kangarooster Meadows. (Low Voice) K. A. N. GA
the winter waiting? Ice-cold rivers turn to blue Can you see (can you see) the jewel shining? (shining) Turn green meadows into grey (Turn green meadows
will always be thirsting for floods of impurest pain, pouring so splendidly from the scar of my brief being, forever storming through the ashen meadows
the earth and it's beauty to see! There are green acres where dreamer's can go, sure it may sound like fancy but somehow I know! The meadows
water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer Making for the sea In the lazy water meadow
not wanted here eyes sulk with the burden of never-ending tears i am loved but not wanted here pain is only the beginning which binds us all together the meadows
of you And I know what?s true Sparkling meadows A thousand stars are shining Fall in colours blinding Rainbows in the night And I know what?s right Sparkling meadows
Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days Meadows of heaven The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow
fall asleep and see it all: Mother?s care and colour of the kites. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows
In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and the
Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like the