Musikalisch: Mid-tempo Country-Rock (wie Nickelback – “Far Away” trifft Chris Stapleton – “Cold”).
Thema: Selbstreflexion, Reue, moralische Müdigkeit – aber mit Stolz und Überlebenswille.
Ton: Dunkel, ehrlich, aber nie verzweifelt
(Verse 1)
Another morning in a motel mirror,
Cracks on the glass, but I still see clearer.
Last night’s ghosts still hum that tune,
About love gone wrong and dying too soon.
A Bible on the nightstand, dust on the spine,
A cross on the dashboard, but I crossed the line.
I’ve been praying to a God that don’t call back,
Riding these roads till the white lines crack.
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(Chorus)
‘Cause I’ve got whiskey and wounds,
Scars that know the moon.
A heart like a freight train,
Can’t stop too soon.
Yeah, I’m burning through the truth,
In these midnight fumes—
All I got left
Is whiskey and wounds.
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(Verse 2)
The radio’s playing some old redemption song,
But the devil sings harmony all night long.
I ain’t lost, just out of reach,
Buried my faith on some backroad beach.
These hands are dirty, but they’re mine to keep,
Counting regrets when I can’t sleep.
Ain’t no hero, just a man who knows,
Every promise fades when the cold wind blows.
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(Chorus)
‘Cause I’ve got whiskey and wounds,
Scars that know the moon.
A heart like a freight train,
Can’t stop too soon.
Yeah, I’m burning through the truth,
In these midnight fumes—
All I got left
Is whiskey and wounds.
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(Bridge)
Maybe someday I’ll wash it clean,
Find some grace in gasoline.
But ‘til the dawn cuts through this sin,
I’ll raise my glass and dive back in.
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(Final Chorus)
‘Cause I’ve got whiskey and wounds,
A soul out of tune.
Riding through the darkness,
Howling at the moon.
Yeah, I’m burning through the truth,
In these midnight fumes—
All I got left,
All I got left...
Is whiskey and wounds.
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Stilbeschreibung:
Musikalisch: Mid-tempo Country-Rock (wie Nickelback – “Far Away” trifft Chris Stapleton – “Cold”).
Thema: Selbstreflexion, Reue, moralische Müdigkeit – aber mit Stolz und Überlebenswille.
Ton: Dunkel, ehrlich, aber nie verzweifelt.
