Chris Whitley
Din
Well, when I got your letter, I could not containThe urge to go beyond our inheritance againAnd the drug of ages, in pages of your penI got to put it downMaybe you got glazed by all the shit you hadTo taste for to descend, to let me inMaybe it's okay now if you turn and run awayAnesthetic days of crusades and consent, the idiot intentAnd though our love was likely your disease is so competentYou're so proud of the few risks you've taken, childBut no it's nothing new, we all continueMaybe it's okay nowIf you turn and run away, well, yet againVacant above the din, vacant above the din[Incomprehensible]I tried to dissuade the agents in your mindWho'll rape and campaign until you resignAnd I'd return your letter but I'm feeling unrefinedI'd rather put you downVacant in the eyes as you conformAnd compromise yourself in senseLetras de cancionesAnd like pretenseMaybe it's okay nowIf you turn and run away, well, yet againVacant above the din, above the dinAbove the din, above the din
From Letras Mania