歌词
Concerning confrontations.
This is a shy and quiet morning.
The sleeping dogs awoke last night,
The thunder scares them stiff eyed.
Exercise your exorcisms.
Anchor down.
Raise the sail.
Autumn night stay soft and cool.
Come morning light
I'll be gone.
Spectators are tired of watching.
They're filing out the big top doors.
I'm buried in the smell of circus.
Those dark clouds are rolling in.
Drunken mouth.
Kitchen smile.
Please summon me softly to sleep.
We never talk we only speak.
Today I've seen a dragon on the ripped up worn out armrest.
Stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite.
I'll be burning out like a shooting star.
A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings.
I should be on trial for everything
I haven't done.
I should be on trial for everything
I haven't done.
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