Buzzards

Текст песни Bryan Martin - Buzzards

Oh, black buzzards sittin' on a tree
They keep on circlin' with their eyes on me
My face is pale and my lips are blue
They don't know the trouble that they're gettin' into

'Cause I ain't gonna run alone
Sure ain't gonna hide
And that mean old sun
Still ain't left the sky

'Cause I've had that cold, still cold love
Pressed against my head
And it's fine, I got a second chance
Still ain't killed me dead
I've had my heart broken a million pieces
By the people I still love
And damn, it ain't hard but it still ain't hard enough

So if you wanna get the best of me
It's gonna take more
Than some buzzards in a tree

Well, I can hear 'em laugh, I can hear 'em cry
But this son of a bitch sure dies slow
On my way up there, I'm lookin' thin
They don't know yet, but I fooled 'em again

'Cause I ain't gonna run
Sure ain't gonna hide
Mr. Sun
Still burnin' up the sky

I let that cold, still cold love
Rest against my head
And this fight, I got a second chance
It still ain't killed me yet
I've had my heart broken a million pieces
By the people I still love
And damn, it ain't hard but it still ain't hard enough

So if you wanna get the best of me
It's gonna take more
Than some buzzards in a tree

Four black buzzards, now there's three
One killed, the other one waitin' on me
Three black buzzards, soon to be two
Devil knows which one's about to lose