Mother Love Bone

You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin' to my alter
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest your soul away
Away away yeah child
It's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her
But does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down
Again
So I'm singing
This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does