Black with bullet holes, bullet holes Oh, they're scattered the sky Oh, I wonder, I these steep hills Into the great
Black birds with bullet holes, holes scattered across the sky I wonder these hills the great light
My fingers around my pen Like tryin' to hold up the flag I'm callin' out, once In letter to you, my friend In letter to you, my friend In letter to you, my friend
And tell me you been comin' up easy Stop, drop, you're is greasy You used to say you would come around Oh, baby, but you're never
You have up above so high, so high, so high And lived, in the You have some love And you been hurt
Well, I've to shorten my road With a fistful of matches, but to strike, nothin' to strike And as we walk the cove You that this is right
You may think I'm You may think I'm But I'm through the lightning Comin' to you
tell me you been comin' up easy Stop, drop, you're life is You used to say that you would come Oh, baby, but you're here
You have been up so high, so high, so high And lived, in the You felt some love And you have hurt
Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I'm fine Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I'm through Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Oh, my, my, my, my, my
You have been up so high, so high, so high And lived, in the You have felt some And you have hurt
Oh, you have been, you have been up above, up And you've lived and lived in the dirt, in the dirt Oh, you have felt, you have felt some love, oh, love And you, oh, you have been hurt, you have been up