ترانه:
Les Valska

Behind our door there's no war No burning towers, just hours of peace Between us at least no pretense No violence, makes no sense It isn't my heart that

Oil on canvas, couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and jealous betrayals Get you further afar False faces and meaningless chases

Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play They say there home town girl made good and she'd go a long long way Mom wonders why

You were there in my arms alone in the moonlight The trees played the waltz of the wind It was there that I knew I'll love you forever we danced to the

Once you can see The sun rise from the earth Direction to the sky And once you can feel Rain fall down on your skin Once you have skin (in pain

Liquor burns my tongue It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist But he holds you like he should Graceful, gliding, glimpse of

Oil on canvas Couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and Jealous betrayals Get you further afar. False faces and Meaningless chases

Why do I borrow, Cecile my dear? Battling with no-one, you'll have to kill Why don't you kneel? I never will Now that I'm missing your backpack still

She's just a hill country girl home from the city Her pocket's full of plenty of those neon lights And her mother's smile shines on her youngest child