| the moon is a cold chiseled dagger, sharp enough to draw blood from a stone |
Jan. 25th, 2011|11:11 am |
Tomiņš turpina dentālo tēmu.
Black Wings
Take an eye for an eye
Take a tooth for a tooth
Just like they say in the Bible
Never leave a trace or forget a face
Of any man at the table
When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger
Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
He rides through your dreams on a coach
And horses and the fence posts
In the midnight look like bones |
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