Letras
Passport, past life, a drifter's demons
Alone, lost, and fast running out of reasons
For not falling in with the Foreign Legion
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
Cold, kicking the can around town one evening
Streets all abandoned, bars barely breathing
A whirlwind, a woman, and a famous feeling
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
A cool, hard beauty, christened with composure
Boots, skirt, blouse, shawl over her shoulders
Skin soft, lips colored crimson clover
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
A slow-burning sermon to have and hold her
But ever since she started sleeping over
Oh, Lord, I'm living like a holy roller
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
A red ammo romance in the summer heat
In parks, on patios, and in the streets
Our mission, making moments into memories
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
And when winter's off the leash and on the loose
We ward off the weather with a witch's brew
Of dominoes and prose and Delta blues
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
(Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
And no known drink, no known drug
Could ever hold a candle to your love
And no known drink, no known drug
Could ever hold a candle to your love
And no known drink, no known drug
Could ever hold a candle to your love
And no known drink, no known drug
Could ever hold a candle to your love