The cold, cold stones In the deep night, move They cross rivers, roll over highw… They gather outside my door In the morning I find them circle…
She doesn’t fly these days She removed her wings And nailed them to the wall Above the fireplace They’re shredded and soot-stained
I am not my father My arms are clumsy in his coat sle… His sword is heavy and unbalanced His mask prevents my breath His blindness does not give me for…
I’m running out of time to make mi… And call them ignorance I’m afraid of great white sharks On the road at night Remember, darkness is passing;
There’s a town in California That smells like cinnamon sugar I never found out why Yes there is war, there is loss, There is terrible drive-thru servi…