- cifra
Gonna close my eyes
Gonna watch you go
Running through this life, darling
Like a field of snow
As the tracer glides
And its graceful arc
Send a little prayer up to you
'Cross the falling dark
Tell the repo man
And the stars above
That you're the one I love
Perfect summer's night
Not a wind or breeze
Just the bullets whispering gentle
Amongst the new green leaves
These things I might have said
Only wish I could
Now I'm leaking life faster than I'm leaking blood
Tell the repo man
And the stars above
That you're the one I love
Don't see elysium
Don't see no fiery hell
Just the lights all bright, baby, in the big hotel
Next wave coming in
Like an ocean rock
Won't you take my hand, darling, on that old dance floor
We can twist and shout
Do the turtle dove
