'68 - Track 4 R lyrics

Stained gla** I wish that I could say that it won't last Idle hands The devils cup I would lie but you won't believe Nostalgia will not k** the best of me I'm thinking out loud again, shame on me Let's keep it cool Let's not complicate it I never really lost my innocence but She quickly got rid of me My answer is still, "no" Would you give it up Would you let it go? All the places that I can hide Are growing smaller every time Your sad songs understand all my words are gone They put my hands to the plow and we move along Silence is a native word Balanced upon my tongue where life and d**h occur Silence will keep your feet planted upon the ground Simply complicated