- cifra
Blood and roses on my road
Don't know where I belong
One sand dollar in my hand
Don't need to understand
A dog lying on the dirt
Waiting for the birds
Lost loves can't be found again
I keep my southern dream
Too much understanding kills me
What am I to be
A dog lying on the dirt
Waiting for the birds
And the winds are blowing high
Silver ashes flying around
And the winds are blowing high
Silver ashes flying around
Running on the roofs of L.A.
I'm breathing in the clouds
Traces kead me to the desert
I'll stay in the sun
Blood and roses on my road
Don't know where I belong
Blood and roses on my road
Don't know where I belong
