Nomads indians saints

She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path But she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right Maybe move to the left So we can all see her pain she wears Like a banner on her...

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes sympathize with motivation All the details of this war...

i've taken so many down i've helped them all to dismount i've followed so many down i take their hand me downs all with hope all with hope that emptiness brings fullness and loss of love brings...

Well i woke up this morning Grey dawn With a prayer on my breath You see i lost something precious And god'll save me From losing myself I said i think i know what's wrong I think i know what's wrong...

for you i would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed with the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm standing for an addiction pray we go unharmed here is my...

Thought I knew my mind Like the back of my hand The gold and the rainbow But nothing panned out as I planned And they say only milk and honey's Gonna make your soul satisfied Well I better learn how...

you and me of the 10,000 wars dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores a bed to be made and a bed to lie in a hand in the darker side and our sights set on zion the heart of a skeptic and...

i'm coming home with a stone strapped onto my back i'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black i'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone a ghost of comfort angels...

clearing webs from the hovel a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel i've been digging too deep i always do i see my face on the surface i look a lot like narcissus a dark abyss of an emptiness...

maybe we'll make texas by the morning light the bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to el paso from the state line and we never have the money for the flight i'm in the back seat sleepy...