Tytuł: Comfort of a stranger

• Wykonawca: Walkabouts
• Wyświetleń: 291

A stranger came
   To this forsaken place
   To shake me from my whiskey guilt
   To cure my tremblin' ways
  
   Now there is not a door
   That I will not kick down
   No lock I will not break
   No guilty verdict found
   Ever since you been around
  
   You won't believe the lenghts I've travelled
   To medicate the danger
   But all the medicines, seem wasted
   In the comfort of a stranger
  
   You ain't some fool that came here for the fakin'
   A racetrack prize that can be overtaken
   You give the comfort of
   Give me the comfort of a stranger
  
   You recognize the genious of this place
   The shadows hide the cynic on my face
   You give the comfort of
   Give me the comfort of a stranger