Walk the Line

Well it’s the season of thunder and the season of rain
All the little angels are growing wings of pain
And I see no point in asking there’s no point of return
When I steal his wings well I know I’ll have to burn
He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
And I will fly through the lightness when the thunder will strike
All tomorrow’s parties will dance before my eyes
And I will scream like an eagle when I fly 'bove your house
Just to bring salvation to peasants and their wives
He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
I ain’t gonna walk the line
Well I see Jesus and Judas making love now of course
And all the roman emperors hanging up their horse
And I see no point in landing I see no need to learn
From the day we lifted we know we’ll have to burn
He said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
He said, «You bring me down oh child.»
I ain’t gonna walk the line
I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
I said, «Please don’t shoot me down.»
I ain’t gonna walk the line
I feel the arrows and bullets they are combing my hair
And all my feathers falling so slowly from the air
And from the speed on my body earth will pile up my bones
From a little skull oh just a little whisper comes
It said, «You bring me down, oh child.»
It said, «You bring me down oh child.»
I ain’t gonna walk the line