hoped Well, I think I'm done gunnin' to get closer to some imagined bliss I gotta knuckle down, just be okay with this I'm gonna knuckle down, just
hoped I think I'm done gunnin to get closer To some imagined bliss I gotta knuckle down And just be ok with this I'm gonna knuckle down Just be ok with
Tulkojums: Difranco, Ani. Stilbs Down.
You cried and you cried and you cried wolf So it took me a minute to understand That you really were hurt bad That day you deeply cut your hand And then
I hoped I think I'm done gunnin to get closer To some imagined bliss I gotta knuckle down And just be ok with this I'm gonna knuckle down Just be ok
Just to rendezvous with whoever you are When you finally understand I gotta tighten down on the lag time I wanna tighten down on the lag time Gotta tighten down
I'm holding here a book Notable, but not the greatest Stolen for me by the latest In a long line of thieves And I'm just about to drop it Down that manhole
In order to Say thank you to you I must do it intentionally But tonight with every breath I can feel my death Sure as I can feel my knees You were my
You wandered in To the forest Following that shiny red ball And by the time you looked up You were lost But that's not all You confused your journey
I was born to two immigrants Who knew why they were here They were happy to pay taxes For the schools and roads Happy to be here They took it seriously
hand may be turning a big dial Switching channels on your dreams Until you find yourself lost in them And watching your daily life with the sound off And of course having cautiously turned down
of him And I'm not here to take care of me I'm going outside to watch the house burn down Across the street I'm going outside to watch the house burn down
You're my seeing eye dog and I am blind You take me there every time With that winning combination of loyal and kind Your eyes like wells to the water
a ripple remains I am high above the tree line Sitting cross legged on the ground When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted That's when I'm gonna come down
Sunday morning Slow beats seething Through the screens in The open windows Eggs frying Legs shaking After we stayed lying So long in bed Sunday morning
