Текст песни Hot Coals - 2012 Bid Adieu, Garth.

Hot Coals

I’m walking on Hot Coals
I made a bed of nails
Im walking on thin ice
And no matter what else fails
On a losing streak I might
Might even win
The rain will soak the ground
And then you can begin
If i lose another job
End up back on the street
Ill skate thin ice with razor blades
Until i get my penny growing up in the capital of dc
Everything that i love
I kiss it turns to ash
Turns to steam and in my conscious
I watch it turn the grass
I’m looking for the street light
A path I’ve never been
And overtime i float down stream
I see that I’m merely air i know that I’m
A part a system that depends on the rain