Sep 29, 2024
where the sky meet the ground
where the street fold round
where the voice you hold don't make no sound, look
snow on the river and two by two
took a lot to live a lot like you
I don't go there now but I hear they sung their
fuck me and marry me young
some wild idea and a big white bed
now you know better than that, I said
like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down
like brittle things will break before they turn
like lipstick on my cigarette
and the ice get harder overhead
like think it twice but never never learn
