Boils Down To This
why is it that what runs through my blood
ain’t what runs through your blood
when i give you my blood
i give you my land
i give you my skin till my lungs run out, son
what does that mean?
my sweat, my hair clings to cheeks
i can’t never take it back, hun
flushed, colored, sunset stirred
ain’t what stirs in mortal hearts, son
now, come back. let’s see this again.