Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

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Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick, wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
 
Have I found you, Flightless Bird;
Jealous, weeping?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big Pill, looming?
 
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Crawl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
 
Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big Pill, stuck going down
 
Хвала!
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Поставио/ла: purplelunacypurplelunacy У: Субота, 18/09/2010 - 20:42
Last edited by Miley_LovatoMiley_Lovato on Четвртак, 07/09/2017 - 09:10

 

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