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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