Print

Oh, we are nothing but what always leave behindwithering into the sunside color nearest humming bird on a wireeyeing the cloak of the sunYes, we are nothing but what always leave behindand this Canadian poetries and incantations and a bullet on a rideI haven't read them, I will not read themfor they dwell too much on timesYes, the desert is at sea andI left this bullwhip with the night standJulliard was a thousand miles awayWhere are you gonna run when the clouds break?And the sun peaks it eyes with attitude and rises itself on big lust lustfeeling in big ranges rocks feeling in the big ranges rocks rocksfeeling in the big ranges rocksIt signifies I am being petrified in all the rolling shit we left behindwhite pages of ages rocking the paint of ageslooking at your graceless depictions of lifeto readthere shall be nothing left to writeLetras de cancionesand that's when I cannonball them allI left this bullwhip with the night standJulliard you were a thousand miles across when you said it dropsfeeling in the big ranges rocks feeling in the big ranges rocks rocks feeling in the big ranges rocks uhla-la-la-la-lum From Letras Mania