Little Kid все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

On the road to Damascus,
Bearing what I considered good news,
Something knocked off my glasses.
Thought I was blinded by the light of some new truth.

We’d do whatever you asked us,
If you didn’t feel the need to speak in code.
I heard the river flow past us.

Climbed the fence behind the church,
Tore the hem of my shirt.
Earned it fair by casting lots
Beneath the shadow of the cross.
Now I’m lost.

In the garden where you wept:
“Could you pardon me from death?”

You tried to stop the bleeding, taped a gun against your head:
It left you feeling like a medium between the living and the dead.
Your face is lit by high beams, as cars pass along the road.
There’s a bed beneath your eyelids where a river used to flow.

Some days you’re like a martyr; some days you just get stoned.
Forget the things you wanted; you’re here for what you owed.
Some days you feel like Abel; some days you feel like Cain,