Текст песни Ryan Biracree - Funeral For a Lone Guitar
Ryan Biracree - Funeral For a Lone Guitar слова песни
I bleed to see youI bleed to feel youI bleed, I need youacross the universe the crimson tears to fill an ocean up and wash away the wash away the rust off all the armor that swords of sorrow thus have scarred knowledge speaks but wisdom hears the borrowed words of slain guitarsI bleed to see youI bleed to feel youI bleed, I need youtroubled women red light district speaking without moving lips whose touch has spurned a thousand men to take up arms against the crooked paths they choose they lose the universeI bleed to see youI bleed to feel youI bleed, I need youcareful careless bloody hearts won`t care about the summer heat which like the knives will pierce the thinly veil as jesus` wearied toes had pierced the water of the sunlit skiescaressing and soaking up the tears of heart the dying cry as their eyes too tired to congradulate oneself from dreamsI bleed to see youI bleed to feel youI bleed, I need you