Eight apple seeds and I'm in need of a new tune
Blake lays back burning his own, he's got nowhere to go
Rhythm reminds me there is a reason to stand
And your hand is shaking as I ask you "What's the plan?"
Each hair stands on end as Her eyes look forward
An artist to the bone over and over she's swore
Touched by the devil, licked by every angel
A fortified compound of crank that ain't ever gonna last
Hear these words from a mouth that is torn
A heart that is twisted
Lungs that are blistered
Too fast for the night and to dead for the day
The nighttime is the right time to pull the fire alarm
Trouble in feathers for they are the winged blest
God made some mistakes I guess that's where I'm at
Road to LA is a road drenched in blood
Streets in Chicago are wide for the ride
East of here is nowhere at all
Another party for the crowd that stands and looks proud
Dollar bill signs for sins we never gonna win
Love is the way to the one road that will never end
Sure you got your hats and you cuff links and your million dollar cars
But who at your loneliest hour will meet your sorry *** at the bar?
Broke up river stones in your shoes all outta *****
Miss and taken identity your women said she's gonna leave
Off to the coast for a toast that don't involve any part of you
Now with the winter chill in all kinds of discontent
And the start light shimmering for everyone else cept' you
Now you really gotta' buckle down and choose what to do
Lost loner drifting through trees like an angels flapping wing
Why, oh why, do you choose not to breathe and sing?
The notes emote every ounce of thine guilty soul
Bowls of gold coins twinkling sapphires of a magistrates endless robes
Wrapped in a forgiveness that only the Lord would be able to give
Fingers rap on the window pane which you jumped out while sane
A minute never passes inside of me my dear love
That I, somehow, could have forced myself to stay