White Tailed Doves

Picture yourself in a valley with flowers and money
Imagine yourself in a fire, a burning desire
If I hold out my hand will you take hold my hand
Kiss my red lips, will you understand
Picture yourself in my burning land
There’ll be white tailed doves
White tailed doves and fresh red roses

Nobody gonna wear my shoes
Nobody gonna take my bottom line
Nobody gonna steal my new clothes
Nobody gonna be my shoe shine
Nobody gonna eat my food
Nobody gonna cut my washing line
Nobody gonna stop my glow
I’m white tailed doves and fresh red roses

How many times do I have to say
You got what you got cos you get what you give
And how many times can you blame the world
When it’s you that acts in production of hurt

If I hold out my hand will you take hold my hand
Kiss my religion and understand
Imagine yourself with a burning hand
There’ll be white tailed doves
White tailed doves and fresh red roses

Nobody gonna wear my shoes
Nobody gonna take my bottom line
Nobody gonna steal my new clothes
Nobody gonna be my shoe shine
Nobody gonna eat my food
Nobody gonna cut my washing line
Nobody gonna kill my glow
I’m white tailed doves and fresh red roses

Nobody gonna wear my shoes
Nobody gonna take my bottom line
Nobody gonna steal my new clothes
Nobody gonna be my shoe shine
Nobody gonna eat my food
Nobody gonna cut my washing line
Nobody gonna kill my glow
I’m white tailed doves and fresh red roses

Won't you get a little later, won't you get a little say so
Feel your senses all night long
Fireflies fill the earth with love light, let your intent flow right
Let your feelings bring you home
There’ll be white tailed doves, white tailed doves and fresh red roses