Bài hát 29 - Ryan Adams. I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York. Like a motherless son of a *. Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke. Like a sun that just wouldn't set
Whatever it is you know you think you want. Well here's a little something to light the way. Inside your heart where the darkness stays I believe the sun still rises here but when it falls. I'm not
Nobody with no one to call, and all this time. Hot metal as her clothes dissolve, emergency lights. It's genocide. It's suicide I'm spinning around the room in awe. I'm spinning around the room I'
Two pictures laid on an amp. I'm broken like strings on guitars again. I saw your car parked next to a bridge. I think it was yours, I don't know, I can't tell I saw your picture in a magazine. I
If you're so kind can you let down your hand?. Can you let down your hand if you're so kind?. If you're so strong can you shelter the weak?. Will you listen as the strangers speak?. Bring them cal
I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine. I can't remember you, remember us or anything. I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb. They taught you how to feel, but you just