A LANDSCAPE

A LANDSCAPE Your soul is a landscape, your mood is like the weather It changes with seasons, with the wind that blows to your heart And as clever as I'll get, I will never know what to expect A fire or the rain in your eyes that look as quiet as a desert And it doesn't matter if it hurts It doesn't matter if it hurts me know And all the wide landscapes that you ride after the conquest That you started to collect, like pictures of yourself Oh I've tried to figure them out and I feared for my life there Because you're like the Devil, always riding on my mind And it doesn't matter if it hurts It doesn't matter if it hurts me know