Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Here is a place where the darkness can cry
Shone is the light that cannot reach its eyes
Here is the darkness it's leis around me
Duty calls and echo's cry
Right along with me
Say 18 hundred rattlesnakes appearing on the floor
Venom here for anyone who thinks they can endure
Oh my God, must move on to more
"So much for comfort," says the burden to the prayer
Leaning like a pillar on the shoulders of man
So keep your whisper of hope to yourself
Devil's close, and fear
Restricts reactions helping
As you're looking to the future as if the light it shines no more
No one here is opening these great big iron doors
Oh my God, must move on to more
Rules as if I see them they be poking at me
I cannot abide by them and they cannot be me
And if you cannot stand here I will take another seat
On this so-called ride we call the life
That just keeps on riding with me