Paroles de 'Mile Markers' par Beaver Nelson

I spoke in French for the first time Friday
Got no idea what I said
Elliptical rings carving my way
Thru the time untold ahead
Someone's laughing in a basement
To a joke nobody told
Nobody ever had to
When you can buy what's not been sold
There's a picture in a building
Colors run and colors cut
There's a face that might be smiling
There's two eyes that might be shut
And two hands holding either side
Never to uncover ears
That have heard enough forever
To ever let an ending near

There's mile markers on my soul
Everyone has been framed
There's mile markers on my soul
I should not have to name the names

When you walk the concrete over
The flower that does bloom uncared
You might stumble toward a mirror
To find a brother there
No water spout lifegiving
No hand to danger end
Ah, but beauty yet is living
When love himself is friend
There's glasses on a table
That will not help you see
Put them on if you are able
And close your eyes to dream
And when you wake a wandering scuffler
Footprints a fair play judge
Of where you've been and whether
You want the tally smudged

There's mile markers on my soul
Got 'em learning the game
There's mile markers on my soul
I should not have to name the names

No one can draw the deep lines
Enough to be consumed
With unfailing forthright progress
Towards his own good tomb
Shiny along the way path
You'll find the tempters fair
Go greet them in their bloodwrath
But do not tarry there
Hello and goodbye silver
Goodbye and hello gold
These are the thoughts of living
These are the thoughts to hold
There's dinner on the platter
Foul greens and rancid meat
Oh, but it doesn't matter
Sometimes you just should eat

There's mile markers on my soul
You can't clean off all the stains
There's mile markers on my soul
I should not have to name the names

There's mile markers on my soul
Not a one looks the same
There's mile markers on my soul
I should not have to name the names