di Mitchel, j.c. Taylor, Wood, f.m. Taylor, Jollife
YOUNG GUNS
Down under
the night sky
I lay in wait
praying to whoever would listen to me
I’d fashioned my own cross
been crushed by it’s weight
there’s no stronger message
than dirt in your face
I’ve seen down the end of the road
now i deal in a different story
and i will never let go again
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my bones
I’ll do this on my own
They say the spirit’s willing
but the flesh is always weak
well i found everything i needed right beneath my skin