Memory come when memorys old I am never the first to know Following the stream up north Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, hand claps I will never disappear For forever Ill be here Whispering Morning keep the streets empty for me Morning keep the streets empty for me Im laying down eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one man tent Theres no room for innocence So take me home before the storm Velvet moths will keep us warm Whispering Morning keep the streets empty for me Morning keep the streets empty for me Whispering Morning keep the streets empty for me Morning keep the streets empty for me Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born https://youtube/watch?v=jWFb5z3kUSQ
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 23:39:27 +0000
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