Highbird – Daniel Norgren – letras

The room had an old table fana red telephone and a beer stained bedThe streets were filled with drums and smokethey were playing songs for the deadAnd the bands went on and onwhile we danced and fucked and drank up in our roomAnd the sea layed like a big black toadin the light of the moonCame down the winding road? on the radioThe sun was like a jungus grown with a feverand a big white haloShe sat back with her eyes closedbeautiful like an eagleShe is the apple of my eye and the eagleof my lifeI get to marry herI get to marry herone dayShe promised