Sync Different

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

You won’t have to miss me, I’ll be home as soon as the snow covers the ground December is easy, it’s the months before that always bring me down
A ghost without a mission, another year gone by
I’ve been trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
All I need you to believe is that I’ll be back when I am whole again I’ll find a card up my sleeve, a king or a jack to help me be a man A guest without permission, another gear gone dry
I’m still trying to listen to the tears we’ve cried
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie
Unless you want to come away with me I guess we couldn’t go astray, Andie Andie

Malicia​ ​malicia​
morirás en la miliciacon tus dedos de seda
y esa boca una delicia

te estoy yo rogando
que me dejes entraryo te juro ​malicia​ no voy a cambiar!
Malicia malicia
​porque te gusta la injusticia
con tus ojos que aterran
me deprava tu sonrisa

ya me estás sofocando
con tus dramas demás
yo te juro ​malicia​ no voy a cambiar!
Malicia malicia
​que tu odio me acariciaCon tu lengua de fuego
me has llenado de inmundicia

ya te estoy avisando...
que me dejes de amaryo te juro malicia no voy a cambiar!