Just like the faded sunshine, we are mankind. Just like the rose in the garden grows amongst the weeds our colors show. Just like the perfect who once knew, we are the bloodied, the feeble, the few. Just like the spirit given to fly, under the eye we run and we hide. The room spins in counts of three. I bleed for every one of you I see. You and me and the bottle makes three. One more round for the devil in me. One more dance and he might tell what she's doing at the bottom of my well. One more kiss and I might tell what brings this devil so far from hell. Have another round with me. Round and round and round in three. The devil, the bottle, and she. Round and round and round in three. But he may never tell why she's at the bottom of my hell. And the devil was singing this song.
credits
from The Widow's Ride,
released January 2, 2015
lyrics and music by paul
paul - vocals, acoustic guitar
justin - electric and resonator guitars, bass, percussion, programming
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