Wingbone – Califone – letras

fill my belly with your whisepering some barely on the threadorange sound water sworn and cotton fire cold light swallowingyour songpasture moonlight newborn legs let the constellations drop crackyour scorn water your grave only when you’re half erased forgetyour lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your gracecold light sifting through lift the shade and let the night incarry your bed on wingbone legs let the constellations drop wateryour scorn and crack your grave sharpening the edges of yourface lost a day a bed of nails lost your lines only when you’rewrecked only when you’re half erased the loneliness aside it’s alright