Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Well won't you lend your lungs to me? Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe up the time that's passing
And breath I'll take and breath I'll give and pray the day's not poison
Stand among the ones that live in lonely indecision
Fingers walk the darkness down, mind is on the midnight
Gather up the gold you've found, you fool, it's only moonlight
And if you stop to take it home, your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone, try to find another
Salvation sat and crossed herself, called the devil partner
Wisdom burns upon a shelf, who'll kill the raging cancer?
Seal the river at its mouth, take the water prisoner
Fill the sky with screams and cries and bathe in fiery answers
Jesus was an only son and love his only concept
Now strangers cry in foreign tongues and dirty up the doorstep
And I for one, and you for two, ain't got the time for outside
Just keep your injured looks to you, we'll tell the world that we tried
Lungs was written by Townes Van Zandt.
Lungs was produced by Billy Williams & Lyle Lovett.