Light poured from my chest and every bird had called your name As I drove by a deer carcass someone had cleanly taken the head off of. I thought of you. I knew you'd find it full of wonder. Someone had desecrated a corpse for a sportless opportunistic skull trophy. That alone is some hillbilly shit. The bigger picture is that we've lost feeling in our left arm. I guess there's no real evidence that we ever had any. Its in the worst of us that you'll find the baselines And the indications by which to measure.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
