Lyrics

[Intro] It is the capital It is the refusal It is the realism That I'm referred to [Verse 1] I eloped when shit got real To a castle on a hill With a spur hung off my heel, but no rifle I am kindly as a bit On the saddle where I sit With a stetson, perfect fit, but no rifle I can show you to the killer But I ain't got the instinct I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle There is memory, forgetting And intention, that is it I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle [Chorus] Time, where does it go to? Kills the things it grows to Laughs at what we go through I submit to love Yield to understanding Be a flock of dovеs There is no reprimanding Whеn submitting to love [Verse 2] I eloped when shit got real To a castle on a hill With a spur hung off my heel, but no rifle There is memory, forgetting And intention, that is it I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle [Chorus] Yield to understanding Be a flock of doves There is no reprimanding When submitting to love Surrender to your instinct Surrender to your gut There is no understanding I submit to love