Thanksgiving
Rose Hips
The streets are like the oceanThat the water fills their brimsAnd your head is just the same thingIf it fills a hat with tearsWith the reasons we getAnd the gifts we acceptAnd the promise we requestThe promise isn't half of something to wrestle withGolden gardens and pussing lipsRose hips and bull whips.And their ain't no one to talk toAnd you can't talk at allAs you sleeping as a babyAs you see you lurking somebodyOn the cliff or on the edgeOr on the way into the hedgeIt's a murky time to restAnd times crooked to attestA supple cup of bloodOr an undone vein of mud.Well I'll be one to take your promiseTo the beach or by the wayOf the dreams that pass before usOr the murders journey towardsLetras de cancionesSome ideal that's innovationFor sleeping on a stoneOr being in your death bedOr seeing that your blood restsOn the bottom of the canyon in the morning.
From Letras Mania