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• Artiste: Nathan Asher And The Infantry
• Titre: Storms
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Something is crying in a cradle Through an open window The changing the channels Back behind the building, the brook babbles. The shutters rattle Women light candles I probably shouldn't be here A writer gets paid to put down in ink Pretend he believes all the thoughts that he thinks While the sweat from his brow washes into the sink And down, into the valley of tears. Storms, lights on the road. Yeah, you're traveling fast, so you travel alone. Storms, lights on the road. Go with the grace of God Bring everything that you own What happened to the face in my wallet? When I went traveling, why didn't it follow? And now the cheeks are hollow I turn on the pillow. The maid looks at me and says, "Señor, The ending is near." The notebooks are filled with figures and signs To ease up the day, to soften the time They spill out like wine, and on down the line Into the valley of tears. Storms, lights on the road. Yeah, you're traveling fast, so you travel alone. Storms, lights on the road. Go with the grace of God Bring everything that you own. Now the valley is covered in shadows All the thoughts I used to think mattered Like soldiers scattered on a field after battle I'm standing here; I'm waiting for the mist to clear. I'll empty my pockets, quill tips and books Sit on the bridge with my feet in the brook Look out past the edge, one long look Into the valley of tears Storms, lights on the road. Yeah, you're traveling fast, so you travel alone. Storms, lights on the road. Go with the grace of God Bring everything that you own. Storms. Through rain, storms. Its a night shadows, clouds scatter Through the heat, and the rain, oh. Storms, storms, oh, oh.