Rogue Valley - Mountain Laurels Şarkı Sözleri

From the western edge of highway one
To the east of Appalachia
I got my ticket baby here I come

Following the
Crows and colors
Toward September

A promise written with a nervous hand
With a stroke of a shaky pen
Bottled up and buried in the sand

Castles built and
Taken under
Gone without a trace

Watch the clouds along the coastal range
Through the desert and the empty space
In Pennsylvania you can almost taste
The mountain laurels

When I lay these flowers on this grave
And do the math to find the final age
I think of all the different ways

Darling don't
Be long in waiting
The locks and every
Window breaking
The darkness won't be
Long in taking
You