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Clarks Restless Days

Therea??s a rusting religion with a broken converter Parse the good booka??s words justifying hate and murder In a government lockbox everything gets

Turns out everything is ok But thata??s not the way ita??s always been Time was everything bad outside Was all in my head Here comes the night here comes

They park the old coal cars on the inside track Leave them there for awhile And in the spring coriander grows I walk the railroad ties to a secret place

She swore by the deep long lines on her face cut like a badge of life Worn by tracks and trials and alone somehow that didna??t seem right Somehow that

I stand on a bridge on the west side of town I watch them put up and I watch them knock down The river below is frozen in time Nothing left of the five

She stepped in the light Opening night And delivered her lines Life is nothing she sighed Nothing without The fire inside She lives alone And cries

Oversættelse: Clarks. Restless Dage.