Letras
When the morning turns cold
When the morning turns cold
The question marks that dot my eyes
Measure the breech from the warmth of the night
When the morning turns cold
I'll keep a lie
I'll keep a lie and a promise to you
When I keep a lie it becomes the truth
I can keep a lie
When a promise is kept
When a promise is kept it matures
When a promise is kept it matures,
A moment it's redeemed endures
And the lie flourishes, flourishes
[incoherent squawking]
Tuck your cuffs into your boots
Tuck your cuffs into your boots, a sharp look.
A sharp lookin' wrangler and I'm wearing your noose
And I'm wearing your noose
You sharpen your spurs
You sharpen your spurs on my heart of stone
Obliteration overload
When the morning turns cold
You tuck your cuffs into your boots
[squawking]