Erin Mckeown
Santa Cruz
the things we do and the things we letbetween the tide and the cigarettesall the cups we cannot sipbetween our legs across our lipsall the places we will meet between our start and our winding sheetsome we'll leave and some we'll walkhung like thieves, we sing the crossdon't go! don't go!all the rules we will not breakwill break beside each note i makebetween the beat and the speaker throwwhat i think, where i still wonât godon't go! don't go!
From Letras Mania