Текст песни The Good Life - Waiting on Wild Horses
The Good Life - Waiting on Wild Horses слова песни
when the horses come to drag me away,i won`t fuss and fight i won`t plead or beg.and wherever they dump me i`ll lay my head.i`ll sleep it off..i`ll sleep aloneuntil the longing burrows a holestraight through my sternumto make its home.i have this way of carrying onsuch fruitless passions fallen from the vineand the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine.but still we drink we drip the bottle dry.we smash it apart and lick the sides..recycled lovers expiring the night.so when the horses come i won`t scream or cry;i`ve been dying for them to take my life.and i`ll sing of a new birtha past unscratched.so don`t be sad, we should both rejoiceto the sound of those hoovesdown that dark highwayin opposite directions.wherever they dump us we`ll stay.recycled lovers get so carried away.