Is it in your skin And is it in your bones All your honor under tow And there it goes, the middle road There goes everything untold
For the love For the long run One by one, your favorite son
It was Arizona, the seventeenth The howl of knowing what's underneath And I'm so sorry I couldn't speak So sweet
A symptom of the overrun A blinder trust, the whole lump sum A warmer room, a hallowed flood A film, a page of what's to come
For the love For the long run One by one, your favorite son
It was Arizona, the seventeenth The howl of knowing what's underneath And I'm so sorry I couldn't speak I'm so sorry I couldn't speak I'm so sorry I couldn't speak So sweet
