The Navesink Banks

"All hope abandon, ye who enter here" Said the sign I read that was hanging above her bed And the siren's all willing But a man can't ignore the signs You gotta keep a good eye on the winding road ahead And my first sin was a young American girl And my first sin was a young American girl And I spent time 'neath the trestles With the punks and the dumpster saints We kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coat And I ran with dirty angels Slept out in the rain We were scared and tired and barely seventeen And my first sin was the fear that made me old And my first sin was the fear that made me old And now I walk down by the shipyards Near the place where I was born Saying, "Oh Maria, if you'da known me when" But she only smiles by the light on the Navesink Banks Saying, "Listen baby, I know you now" Then she steps into the river And I just stand by the moon Thinking 'bout a ghost I hear at night And she says, "Your first sin was a lie you told yourself. "And your first sin was a lie you told yourself." i mógłbym tu w tym momencie napisać wiele. Ale po co. Ufam że Ty wiesz o co chodzi... znów ktoś napisał za mnie co czuje ja sam. wiem że tak nikt z was tego nie przeczyta. Trudno. Przywykłem. "Minuta ciszy, wódki łyk/garść ziemi do mych ust/ zamkniętych życiem bladych ust" "A teraz proszę, pół jabłka dla Ciebie :*"