Слушать бесплатно The Pull

"Summertime came too soon, Summers in kansas often do. And the air was still, I felt the pull. I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way. And I knew I was the first to pass this way. I believe I step across some line, Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Always feel so alone, Wherever I am I feel the pull, And the life I've left behind the pull. And in case I have no future, I've got the past There's no telling just how long this play will last. I believe I step across some line, Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time, Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name, Never remembers. I'm down, walking through a storm. I hear a voice inside, crying, It calls my name like a judge accusing, Black robe hanging down, whoah, Don't forget be brave about your love. Well I walk across the murky room, And there's flashes in my eyes, I don't know what I'm doin'. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name, Never remembers his name, I never remember my name "