Текст песни Beck - Feel The Strain of Sorrow Never Ceasing
Beck - Feel The Strain of Sorrow Never Ceasing слова песни
On the old forgotten crosswaysWhere the fourteen rivers did meetThe bones of our eldersLying in the streetOn a dark and dusty desertsLike a ghost Ive flownI barely cried when I arrivedI never found a homeOoh, feel the strain of sorrowNever ceasingOoh, feel the strain of sorrowNever ceasingI am a ramshacklerGo from town to townAnd when there is no shelterI lay down on the groundI killed every reasonThey gave for me to stayCussed the morning, burned the boneAnd dragged that thing awayMmm, to the peace of sorrowNever ceasingMmm, to the strain of sorrowNever ceasingTheres saints and there is animalsTheyve taken what they couldAnd its written in the pagesDo just like they shouldThey stood the test and burned the restAnd tore them limb from limbAnd its marked upon their facesIts written on their skinOoh, feel the strain of sorrowNever ceasingMmm, feel the strain of sorrowNever ceasing