Print

I'm on the dark side of a hollow hillThe sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fillYour blue serape, it fits my moodI'm through with Bibles and I'm through with foodSomebody's calling, trying to track me downAnd if I don't answer, I'd hang aroundI slide past lovers lost in the darkI look for high ground for to build an arkI can't remember when I felt so freeMaybe September, the year you believed in meIn 1900 and 99When I found the angels a-drinking wineSeems every castle is made of sandThe great destroyer sleeps in every manHere comes my baby, here comes my manWith the silver dagger in his handOooo oooo oooWith that silver dagger in his hand From Letras Mania