The Ghosts You Draw on My Back

The wind plays flute

Through the cellar door

And on my window sill

Plays a sad old song

I hope tonight

You wil touch my hair

And draw ghosts on my back

Walk the shore

To impassable

Shout at screaming waves

Shout at silent rocks

I think tonight

I'll dream of salty tounges

So tears drips down by leg

Vyšlo na albech