Ah, for the glens are lyin bare,
And the wee bit farm deserted,
And the woods of Germany,
Grows in rows o er the broken hearted.
Black is the wood on the roofance was braw
But blacker still is your heart, Victoria,
Only when i close the door
only when i turn the key
only then i really know
ooh
love walked out a long time ago
without a warning
left me here with you alone
holding out my empty hand
spelling out my empty words
pouring out my empty...
Well I used to be a listener
There was nothing left to get
About what you are
And what you haven t been yet
Some of them like to tell a story that is long and old
And couch it in indifference and the wine...
A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin herb, movin weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of yall, just waitin on another sale
Sip your beer wipe your tears encourage your...
About time, I dont care how you ve been
I know you ve got and I want it
Long night, and I dont want it to end
I m glad to see you coming
I know what they think they do
Say no is what...