Why does she carry a pocket of stone?
Body and mind are tired of the load
Still searching for shelter in her own restless thoughts
Believing in anything, still she is lost
Her friends will be there just look over her shoulder
Longing to share a sky full of clover
She is alive, loud as a golden gun,
Live and learn, fallen one thousand times
She run, run as fast as she can.
But how could she run, just leave it all behind
when it breaks her up inside
She needs to live
It lifts her up and it puts her down
Then it feeds her life then it lets her drown.
She has to break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
She needs to love, she needs to live
I have to break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
I need to love, I need to live
I need to feel free
Dit is niet orgineel van mij. Sommige delen zijn zinnen uit de songtekst van Beth Hart.