Текст песни Rolling Stones - Lincoln Jesser

In such a rush to beat the crime
Forget what I set out to find
Trapped in a tale as though there′s time
The death of better men then me
I'm chasing dragons through this case
Convinced myself this is just a game
Pass by a master and their slave
One in the same is what they′ll be

Lord knows this world is cold
No one makes it on their own
God bless the rolling stone
Hope will find they're holding on

In such a rush be the man
Lose track of that for which I stand
Unsure of when this all began
Ill try my best to toll the line.
I'm chasing monsters thru this maze
I can′t quite pretend this just a game
Must hear a voice to call my name
Or any other kind of sign

Lord knows this world is cold
No one makes it on their own
God bless the rolling stone
Hope will find they′re holding on

Lord knows this world is cold
No one makes it on their own
God bless the rolling stone
Hope will find they're holding on