Letra de Writing Songs

Ponds of milk in the merry desert
My love is out there fucking
Everytime they shoot and each time they hurtYou just get tired of knowing

Knowing yourself and knowing her
Repeating "Lord where art you?"
Because the sand doesn′t matter
She'll end up leaving you

The Indians never were that far away
I saw them coming all along
Cowardice always was grayer than gray

Tell me again brother, how old are you?
Older than me, younger than you
I trusted you with her and she went away
Did you say my name every day?

And now I′m writing songs
And now I'm writing songs
And now I'm writing songs

The Indians never were that far away
I saw them coming all along
Cowardice always was grayer than gray

And now I′m writing songs
And now I′m writing songs
And now I'm writing songs