Save your prayers for the Alamo
Let the stars guide you down these roads
Save your prayers for the Alamo
Let the stars guide you down these roads
She is broken
He is walking away
We are distant
We are disappearing
And I wonder what language do you dream in?
And I wonder what country do you call your own? x3
Save your prayers for the Alamo
Let the stars guide you down these roads
Save your prayers for the Alamo
Let the stars guide you down these roads
He says "its pure desert"
She says "its pure dry desire, I've seen it myself walking away, distant disappearing"
And I wonder what language do you dream in?
And I wonder what country do you call your own? x3