Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir? Voices can no longer hold my desire Just abandon your sad history and meet me in the fire Angels wait to take me higher and higher Higher and higher
The secret rules of engagement are hard to endorse When the appearance of conflict meets the appearance of force But I can guarantee, there'll be no knock on the door I'm total pro here, that's what I'm here for
Was it the blue night, gone fragile? Was it both men in a wonder steady gone under? Was it the light ways, so frightening? Was it a two wills? One a mirror, holding us dearer now
Scars are evidence of a life well-lived, full of adventures & random events & not just few questionable choices & bumps on the road. Gathering enough wisdom along the way to learn we're not all that wise at times. Loves lost but precious & worth it all the same, Diamond Lucys in the sky. Unshakeable bonds that seem to come from nowhere or divine intervention or radio waves. Brothers in arms, witnessing each other's suffering as the battle raged higher. And in the end, coming together, right now. The scars are but a small payment for the grand adventure of it all.
â
Bones heal, chicks dig scars, and the United States of America has the best doctor to daredevil ratio in the world!
Scars are evidence of a life well-lived, full of adventures & random events & not just few questionable choices & bumps on the road. Gathering enough wisdom along the way to learn we're not all that wise at times. Loves lost but precious & worth it all the same, Diamond Lucys in the sky. Unshakeable bonds that seem to come from nowhere or divine intervention or radio waves. Brothers in arms, witnessing each other's suffering as the battle raged higher. And in the end, coming together, right now. The scars are but a small payment for the grand adventure of it all.
Well, certainly hard-lived. There is a price, measured in cost. Eventually, everything...
See the couple there in slow motion Flapping like a flag in the breeze But why I'm here I ain't got no notion I got people to please But I'm dying on my knees
So I carry these scars, precious and rare I carry these scars, precious and rare I carry these scars, precious and rare And tonight I feel like I'm made of air
Scars are evidence of a life well-lived, full of adventures & random events & not just few questionable choices & bumps on the road. Gathering enough wisdom along the way to learn we're not all that wise at times. Loves lost but precious & worth it all the same, Diamond Lucys in the sky. Unshakeable bonds that seem to come from nowhere or divine intervention or radio waves. Brothers in arms, witnessing each other's suffering as the battle raged higher. And in the end, coming together, right now. The scars are but a small payment for the grand adventure of it all.
So I carry these scars, precious and rare I carry these scars, precious and rare I carry these scars, precious and rare And tonight I feel like I'm made of air
Think I'll roll another number for the road, I feel able to get under any load. Though my feet aren't on the ground, I been standin' on the sound Of some open-hearted people goin' down.
Yeah, I still do that. Rarely leave home without one. Doesn't mean that I will always use it, but they do come in handy when needed.
Take last Thursday. Going home from work, it was full stop on the freeway. Called the wife to ask her to look on the net and find out what happened Wipeout ahead in the middle lane of a three lane section of the freeway. Took about 45 minutes to go a half a mile, driving a stick in my 04 Civic. Said eff it, broke it out and cranked the radio. Made it to second about 3 times. It was first gear other than that. Didn't make it any easier, but it helped with my patience.
Think I'll roll another number for the road, I feel able to get under any load. Though my feet aren't on the ground, I been standin' on the sound Of some open-hearted people goin' down.
If you wear a great big leather jacket you can throw it over the bob wire and kind of scooch yourself over it to do the cart wheels. And brodys groady, if possible.
groady you got. scooch? well... probably bob wire is your uncle...
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains Cut by the beauty of jagged mountains I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God
