الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Took a lonely feeling
Just to let the meaning
Sink like the sun goes down
Never close to heaven
Felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground
There's blood on my hands,
There's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood
It's getting hard to listen
When the clock is ticking
Counting down the days gone by
Praying for an answer to another question
That will only leave you dry
You won't understand
With your head in the sand
No, you won't
But I'll curse the ground where you kneel
Till I grow my hair to my heels
