telluride
lone bellow, the
i act like i've got nothing to hide
like i ain't got no wrong inside
i act like i've got nothing to hide
like i ain't got no wrong inside
like i ain't got no wrong inside
keep under the valley stool
you got me asleep under the moon
in and out of my dreams in bloom
hickory you're by my side
like i ain't got no wrong inside
broken bones and burn decide
your blood makes its way into the night
hands are cold and fever ride