Range (Extended Version)
I can feel your teeth on my veins,
You're such a vampire.
But then you try to push me away,
Like I'm a cancer.
So we do our little dance,
Avoiding love at every chance.
I don't know how you really feel,
But I'm damn sure it's real.
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
I...
I can taste your sweat on my breath,
I am inside.
We sway together mesmerized by each other,
Then we collide.
A masquerade inside this dance,
Neither heart exposed to chance.
We're both afraid to love again,
And I'm OK with just being friends.
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're such a vampire.
But then you try to push me away,
Like I'm a cancer.
So we do our little dance,
Avoiding love at every chance.
I don't know how you really feel,
But I'm damn sure it's real.
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
I...
I can taste your sweat on my breath,
I am inside.
We sway together mesmerized by each other,
Then we collide.
A masquerade inside this dance,
Neither heart exposed to chance.
We're both afraid to love again,
And I'm OK with just being friends.
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
You're the mare I chase on the range,
And I love how we play these games.
We drift alone yet ride together,
Two nomads, on a range we wander...
Credits
Writer(s): Harold Hall
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