Jacob Rose Stood in his kitchen Cleaning a knife Wondering what it would be like To plunge that knife into anything
Jacob Rose Looked at his sofa Smiled a half smile Imagining how she would react To a bunch of holes in the cushions
Jacob Rose Walked out the back door Knelt in the moonlight And raised the knife over his head He brought it down fast towards the soil
Jacob Rose His hand was on fire The knife hit a rock And his palm slid down the blade He looked around and saw no one
Jacob Rose Back in the kitchen Blood in the sink Wondеring how he would explain “Yeah I got hurt stabbing thе backyard”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
