I worried 'bout rain
And I worried 'bout lightning
But I watched them off
To the light in the morning
Marking the slope
Slung low in the highlands
(Where the days have no numbers)
If it's harmed me, it's harmed me, it'll harm me, I'll let it in
I bring trouble on my lonesome self
I see danger in each offered help
Times are hard
The money just don't come through
I would be alone, if not for you
βIt's that chemical cut that I can get down with
Up like the moon and out like the hounds
A dangerous disposition somehow refracted in light, reflected in sound
I'm coiled up like the venomous serpent
Tangled in your trance and I'm certain
You have got your hooks in me
I know, I know, the way that it goes
You get what you give, you reap what you sow
And I can see you in my fate
I know, I know, I am what I am
The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb
So darling, will you saturate?
And just like the rain
You cast the dust into nothing
And wash out the salt from my hands
So touch me again
I feel my shadow dissolving
Will you cleanse me with pleasure?β they are the epitome of hopeless yearning and that is all i look for in a song these lyrics wash my brain
What happens behind the wheel is, frankly, none of my business. I'd rather spend my time picking songs/sipping coffee/taking in the scene. Driving is so pedestrian.
