Punk Funk Genius

Jemná

I‘ve tried it in a dessert
I’ve tried it in a dessert,
I’ve tried it in snow
I’ve tried to bury my poor old heart
It had no chance to grow

I wandered among the mountains
Then walked back through the crack
down the Blackhole Street
I heard a voice counting
Counting down the shadows leaking out of my feet

I threw it in the river
The cold damp street lamp by my side
Said I ain’t no forgiver
And turned my back to the hopeless night

I saw you standing there
On the day I swore never more to frown
Then I pushed your hair
Out of your face and saw tears coming down