I was born from snow and glacier
meltwater from the lands the sun
doesn't touch
I was born from blood and the ink
on the writs for a million ancient
creeds, lost to time
I was born on broken promises and
the dream that one day, California
will be mine
It's my American destiny to be haunted
by roadside attractions and to drink water
poisoned by my dog's dying howls
I dream of porcelain snowfall and moonlight
on your upper lip as we kiss for the last time
before you lay me to rest
I sing of a legacy forged in steel and stone, set for
our children to gaze upon, a great mausoleum
destined to fall to our greatest adversaries
But if my dreams don't come true?
Breathe me back to life
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
I was born from snow and glacier
meltwater from the lands the sun
doesn't touch
I was born from blood and the ink
on the writs for a million ancient
creeds, lost to time
I was born on broken promises and
the dream that one day, California
will be mine
It's my American destiny to be haunted
by roadside attractions and to drink water
poisoned by my dog's dying howls
I dream of porcelain snowfall and moonlight
on your upper lip as we kiss for the last time
before you lay me to rest
I sing of a legacy forged in steel and stone, set for
our children to gaze upon, a great mausoleum
destined to fall to our greatest adversaries
But if my dreams don't come true?
Breathe me back to life
