Tytuł: I've Been Delivered

• Wykonawca: The Wallflowers
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I could break free from the
  wood of a coffin
  if I need
  But nothin's hard as
  Gettin' free from places
  I've already been
  
  I've been waste-deep
  in the burnin' meadows
  of my mind
  In the engine
  In cold December
  shootin' fire from the hose
  
  Now turn off your lights
  'cause I'm not comin' home
  'til I'm delivered for the first time
  
  I was first-born to a parade
  that follows in rows
  down a narrow cold black river
  faceless shadows
  movin' slow
  
  I would move swift when
  the sounds of a trumpet would blow
  I've been the puppet
  I've been the strings
  I know the vacant face it brings
  
  Now the bells of curfew
  They may ring before I'm through
  But soon
  I'll be delivered for the first time
  
  You might keep clean
  in the back of an angel motorcade
  It doesn't matter who walks in
  you know, the joke is still the same
  You'll just wake up
  like a disposable lover
  decomposed
  I've been gone
  I've been remembered
  I've been alive
  I've been a ghost
  
  So now, if downtown explodes
  I'll still be on this road
  'til I'm delivered for the first time
  
  I have drawn blood
  from the neckline
  when vampires were in fashion
  You know I'd even learn
  to cut my throat
  If I thought I could fit in
  
  'Cause I, I once heard
  that you gotta learn
  how to blend in to this mess
  Where nothin's hard
  nothin's precious
  and nothin's smooth or flawless
  
  Now, no more amused
  just screaming to be delivered
  for the first time
  
  Now I'm 10 miles in the deep
  and mighty blue sea
  Looking back, towards a long white beach
  burnin' up into yellow flames
  
  And I just wave back
  like a little boy up on a pony
  in a show
  'cause I can't fix
  something this complex
  any more than I can build a rose
  
  So just keep on letting go
  'cause I must be close
  to being delivered for the first time
  
  Now I'd rather bleed out
  a long stream from being lonely
  and feel blessed
  Well than drown, laying face down
  in a puddle of respect
  I was once lost
  in the corridors of the arena
  in blindfolds
  I've been the bull
  I've been the whip
  I just pulled down the matador
  
  So now, turn on your lights
  'cause I'm comin' home
  I've been delivered for the first time