Plenty Of The West Testo

Practicing the pale polemic of a passioned passing soul I watch and wait for footfalls that hold the words you stole But for a fleeting instant as you carried me away I stood, told those who would listen, "I have enough to say." Where in the wounded wounded world would you go If you had a bred considerance of faulty falling foes The feeling of a foolish fancy stopped the driving train >From staying tothe open path or wandering away Steathily providing for a mint and winter snow Pacing and complaining about where you have to go Still you ask surrender and provide a pleasing pitch But still releasing penalties and pointing out to which Painful and pretending all I ask is that you stay For seeing how the bundled birch reclines until the day Be broken stance. The burning bough can offer us a way To shout, befall, and broken fast the will will bring a way Winding down the windy hollow breaking fast a blemish in the past While a play of ends and over beckoning the power hold her fast Pleasing all the fallow plunder, every night is sure to watch Blue December marks the dust until wwe wept until the march Studied plains of indecision as we wither by the stream Of empty wood and hollow embers cast into our fading dream --------------------