Texty:
Wallflowers The Rebel Sweetheart

Seems like the world's gone underground No gods or heroes dare to go down Tear drops from a hole in heaven come Overhead like ravens dropping down like

's only got four corners Back to your trenches, back to California Days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels

Fire on the porch on a summer's night All of my things are there inside Black smoke rise up, now burn on, burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires

You'd have a wonderful day If you could see how lucky you are Now don't get carried away with your heart You're better where you are You're not the only

I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade And I will salute you from above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle, baby, you've won

The last night I dreamt one thousand lies I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes There in my slumber passing time Long live the world resting

: Tomorrow is gonna make you cry It's gonna to make you kneel Before it breaks you from inside Still pressing on Arm over arm Still trying to get both

: Here comes your drunken marionette Dragging his mess of threads There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs He says who will ignore me when you're

s only got four corners Back to your trenches, back to California The days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels