كلمات Blues For Bama

Scratching out from hell Dig until you're tired, tired, tired Dream a while, dream for miles and miles Wreckless as the wind obeys Playful as the pain Come as you were Unwoven and broken Desperate indeed Dead in the deepest end Iron will weld but strike while it's burning Come lend your grievances Blackout the colors that sting I believe it's not for me Empty coffin I sink, low The lions could tame us Or parade our flesh to the backdoors of yesterday's dream I need a new eye to build my sky