Vārdi:
Roka

Sleeping in the valley, valley of ill fortune Waking cross the river, river of delusion Full moon lures the waves, waves of desperation Empty hearts

Sleeping in the valley, valley of ill fortune Waking cross the river, river of delusion Full moon lures the waves, waves of desperation Empty hearts

As usual I'll be working when she reads the morning paper And oh, how I wish I could be home so I could see My darling's face light up when she sees her

Crowded streets and the memories of all the faces you see You don't know who I am when you're looking at me Hang me tonight in this false and jaded light

Don't be afraid of the dark my love What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart? Where shadows inch like rising damp Their seaweed fingers will us all

I remember grandpa telling me That I was born as the sun Was comin' up early in the mornin' Told me I was born early in the mornin' When you lift your

It's so good Tonight we party like the last day of 1999 It's so good Tonight we party like the last day of 1999 It's so good It's so good 1999 It

He was a tall man raised up from the fields out pickin' cotton In a hard land where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten But when he saw her all

There's this girl I don't know, comes by every year or so And if I get the mail before my mom does Then I'll stay out of trouble She'll change every year