St. Martha Let It Fold – Califone – letras

nail gun marines, foaming midget horsesblack smoke threads a straight line from your kidney to your handfrom your hand to kingdom comebe light enough to ride, the backside of a magnetlet it stay in lust with all the silver ghosts and dirty picturesfire in the horses mouthspitting cherry stemsand square knots and drunk flies in the elevator camerathe backside of a magnetlet it stay, let it staylet it fold, let it foldthe alderman are praying, praying to your pictureSt. Martha locomotion, snakes under footif easter was a river and the river folded underbe light enough to ridelet it stay, let it stayglass behind the the plains, hanging out ether Jesus strobedecatur when you’re blown, when the river folded undershifting plates and bottle rocketsground out with your shoe, St. Martha with the serpentslet it stay, let it staylet it fold, let it fold