the wind plays flute
through the cellar door
and on my window sill,
plays a sad old song.
i hope tonight
you will touch my hair
and draw ghosts on my back.
walk the shore
to impossible
shout at screaming waves,
shout at silent rocks.
i think tonight
i'll dream of salty tongues
so tears drips down my leg.
through the cellar door
and on my window sill,
plays a sad old song.
i hope tonight
you will touch my hair
and draw ghosts on my back.
walk the shore
to impossible
shout at screaming waves,
shout at silent rocks.
i think tonight
i'll dream of salty tongues
so tears drips down my leg.