Always got your frown Got your brown bags Sulking in the corner The ruins of Rome in your armchair Filling up your pores And your wars and your basket Smoke on the mantle that sits on the ashtray Roll up the windows on this drive Blackened oily teacup A drop on your round mouth Armor is rusting The knight and his raptor Always looking bored or too tired to remember Dust on your knee Or first snow in December Tighten the reins before this ride The hills and the alleys, back ways Forage through the leaves and long days Raking up the tea and candy Bent baby blue and his old bad news Evergreen but old isn’t wise or becoming Dust on your boots isn’t much but it’s growing *Bundle up your plans and your bags and your high class Treasure was found but the gold turned to green brass Tighten the reins for one more time The hills and the sandy blond bog Brackish water waves will mend some Cobalt-colored glass and sandals Elope to the reefs of AustraliaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
