6 acessos
Sun just clearing the treeline when my day begins.
Slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in.
You will bruise my head, i will strike your heel.
Drive past wind of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel.
Dream at night
Girl with a cobra tattoo on her arm,
It's head flaring out like a parachute.
Prisms in the dew drops in the underbrush
Skatecase sailor's purses floating down in the black needlerush
Higher than the stars i will set my throne.
God does not need abraham, god can raise children from stones.
Dream at night
Girl with a cobra tattoo
And try to hear the garbled transmissions come through.