Besedila: Tom McRae. The Alphabet Of Hurricanes. Me And Stetson.

Me and Stetson took a trip
To shed the traces dodge the whip
Been wearing out our shoes and our welcome

Extraordinary medicine
Convinces me my time is done
What you perceive as sunrise I call rapture

Blood, blood to the bruise
Like wisdom to the long-lived fool
Finally the shame brings understanding

Come on with the night
With the night shine on
Come on with the night
With the night I?m gone yeah

Me and Stetson took a trip
To shed the traces and forget
In search of all time love and brand new reason

Don?t call it doubt or call it faith
Still breathing on this tired plain
Hope is all our curse and cruel companion

Come on with the light
With the light shine on
Come on with the night
With the night I?m gone yeah

Blood, blood to the bruise
Like wisdom to the long-lived fool
Finally the shame brings understanding

Blood, blood to the bruise
Like wisdom to the long-lived fool
Like red blood to the bruise
Like wisdom to the long-lived fool
Like red blood to the bruise?
Finally the shame brings understanding