©arlein:
Oh Deanna Our little crimeworn histories. Black and smoking christmas trees. And honey, it ain't no mystery. Why you're a mystery to me
©arlein:
Horses in my dreams Like waves, like the sea They pull out of here They pull, they are free
©arlein:
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down. We make a little history baby Every time you come around.
©arlein:
I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I cannot deny
©arlein:
There 's a killer on the road. His brain is squirmin' like a toad. Take a long holiday. Let your children play. If ya give this man a ride. Sweet memory will die. Killer on the road, yeah