I like to sit, do nothing at home I disappear, turn off the phone I lose myself, hide from the sun I make a trip, when I'm out of fun I cut you in, come
If you ever torch your bridges If you're ever past the starlight If you're ever unassured Forever you will burn As you sleep unearthly grace Lay Jesus
She won't tell me lies She want to see me smile, yeah Every time you let it show I didn't want to know By the time I had lost my soul You had to go She
Clear on the road tonight Headlamps shine on the one-way signs I try to clear my head Of thoughts better left unsaid Runnin' down an old elusive high
I would like to know how you cage a bird aflight Feathers bright to show your might Are you such a stone, smile greasy, you pick my bones Crawl inside
His hands are clenched His knuckles white He got a gun And gave up the fight When I found out I couldn't even cry Well, I am now And I'm tryin' to figure
Though you're always on my mind Found a sickness that was mine Chose a life out on the run All alone inside this game Until I'm done Sometimes I don'
Haven't seen her, she hit the wall last night Bumped his head low, a cause effected fight She says she ain't gonna take it no more (Golden ring around
Once 'round outside and check the door Only thing he came here lookin' for One man wasting another man One hand washes the other hand Born traitor, soul
scared Of my face! Why rusty lock doesn't click anymore? No one opens the folding door Almost seventy years No man hears Bogie's terrible ROAR!'' The
my eyes can't connect with your's your eyes and smile paralyze me my hands can't touch your face every expression on your face melts my heart I'd do anything
and paraffin lamps Aan' scours the country roon Maybe she's gotten a better match Auld Bogie canna tell But it was me wha's ta'en the maidenheid O' Bogie
Boggis, Bunce, and Bean One Short, one fat, one lean Those horrible crooks So different in looks Are nonetheless equally mean
Bogie o Cairnie An wi him A did agree For tae caa his twa best horses Or cairt or harrow or plou Or dae onything about fairm wark A very weil cud do Auld Bogie
Up all night building forts for fighting fitful thoughts for us. She sits in the kitchen Twitch-twitch. Twitching in the kitchen Twitch-twitch. O shake
One come along with a bit of night between Felt a little ping rattling and the nothing new Laughing and laughing or trying to. Trying to stop Smiling
When I'm done with this cruel world plant me a rose let it grow on my grave as I rest at last I'll be going home. as I lay there down beneath my rose
Traduzione: Andy M. Stewart. Bogie di Bonnie Bell.