Pierce Pettis piosenki

Pray for the foothills Home to the drone of Power lines and rock doves Mountains grey as velvet Field for dots of yucca White and jacaranda Facing the sky As the day burns away Is a desert in mourning Sheltering the dead stones Cradle of the lost bon...

All the unsaid words that I might be thinking All the little signs that I might give you But they would not be enough Would not be enough So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Smile over coffee and turn to go We know the drill and we do it well We love...