Turntable - Dead Horses

In the arms of a lover, in the arms of your son

You lay your head heavy, you’re the only one

Won’t you sit for a while?

Won’t you rest yourself?

You know, it ain’t such a shame to have lost yourself

You know, it ain’t such a shame to have lost yourself

Three years and a bottle of cheap red wine

All my sacred sins and all your dirty lies

And I ride, and I ride, and I ride, and I ride

Keep riding even when I don’t know why

I keep riding even when I don’t know why

Oh, she said, if my heart was a turntable

And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle

Oh, she said, if my heart was a turntable

And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle

Oh, meet me by the garden where the flowers bloom

Where the trees stretch and wrap themselves around you

When they fill you up till you don’t know what to do

On a winter’s night when everything is new

On a winter’s night when everything is new

Oh, she said, if my heart was a turntable

And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle

Oh, she said, if my heart was a turntable

And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle