Lyrics
Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong on the prairie at dawn?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blondes?
Should there be bonds?
To there hair I'm drawn
Should my prayers be bronzed?
Are affairs so wrong?
I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that
When to get to my heart
You have to crawl through tight tunnels of sharp rock?
