Texty:
Bright Eyes Four Winds

a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her

he ran away Once he knew his freedom was at stake This same old shit, so it's how you deal with it It's the glove that fits, that you wear So when the wind

It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the

Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her

Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her

So you can never pay attention, when they're whispering to you. There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have. But the way your eyes

: Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless. These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night. If all your life, you

away once he knew his freedom was at stake. It's the same old shit, so it's how you deal with it. it's the glove that fits that you wear. So when the wind

a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her