Crown Of Thorns (Los Angeles 2006-07-09) Songtext
von Pearl Jam
Crown Of Thorns (Los Angeles 2006-07-09) Songtext
You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Said he who rides a pony must someday fall
I was talking to my alter, he said life is what you make it
And if you make it death, well, rest your soul away
Away, away, yeah
It′s a broken kind of feeling, yeah, to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin′, better say your prayers
Wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again
Again, again
So I'm singing, this is my kind of love
It′s the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle′s not a prayer, not a prayer in sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over, honey
Said Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin′ time
And it moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Oh, this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that, it′s the kind that
Leaves me alone, yeah
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don′t burn your bridges, woman
Someday, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, my kinda love
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
That one's for Andy Wood, he loved Dallas
I think of Dallas, I think about him
Said he who rides a pony must someday fall
I was talking to my alter, he said life is what you make it
And if you make it death, well, rest your soul away
Away, away, yeah
It′s a broken kind of feeling, yeah, to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin′, better say your prayers
Wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again
Again, again
So I'm singing, this is my kind of love
It′s the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle′s not a prayer, not a prayer in sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over, honey
Said Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin′ time
And it moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Oh, this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It′s the kind that, it′s the kind that
Leaves me alone, yeah
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don′t burn your bridges, woman
Someday, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, my kinda love
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
That one's for Andy Wood, he loved Dallas
I think of Dallas, I think about him
Writer(s): Stone C. Gossard, Jeffrey Allen Ament, Andrew Wood, Bruce Ian Fairweather, Greg A. Gilmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com