читать дальшеAcross the street the river runs. Down in the gutter life is slipping away. Let me still exist in another place, Running down under cover Of a helicopter blade.
The flames are getting higher In effigy. Burning down the bridges of my memory. Love may still alive Somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away.
Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words “I love you” Rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam, For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky, I'll be sailing.
Photographs and kerosene Light up my darkness, light it up, light it up. I can still feel the touch Of your thin blue jeans. Running down the alley, I've got my eyes all over you, baby. Oh, baby.
Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words “I love you” Rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam, For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky, I'll be sailing.
I'll be sailing. Oh, yeah.
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins, Shifting like the handle Of a slot machine. Love may still exist In another place. I'm just yanking back the handle, No expression on my face.
Oh, the rhythm of my heart Is beating like a drum With the words “I love you” Rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam, For I know my place is home. Where the ocean meets the sky, I'll be sailing.