[Verse 1]
He's looking like a sailor
Who hasn't a ship
Same salty song
And curled up lips
In the land of the brave
And running out of vain
Waiting for a guy, silver-eyed
Like a bullet train
Kinda wishes that he wouldn't show up
Cause it's all become a stain
Of the terra cotta mud
[Chorus]
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes
Before you can get back up
Lay down
Face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes
Before you can get back up
[Verse 2]
He's scratching on a ticket
With chewed up nails
Following a rainbow
That's grown too pale
He's looking like a sailor
Who hasn't a ship
Same salty song
And curled up lips
In the land of the brave
And running out of vain
Waiting for a guy, silver-eyed
Like a bullet train
Kinda wishes that he wouldn't show up
Cause it's all become a stain
Of the terra cotta mud
[Chorus]
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes
Before you can get back up
Lay down
Face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes
Before you can get back up
[Verse 2]
He's scratching on a ticket
With chewed up nails
Following a rainbow
That's grown too pale
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!