Seaweed
Magic Mountainman
My two weeks on the eastern hillsideWashed the grime awayThe other fifty layered onAnd I will sleep under constellationsDouble stars of informationCoyotes singing- howls awayBut it's a lost connectionSo this time I'll never leaveGonna stay on Ellis MountainCount the pine treesNail and hammer- I have homeOvertime, unforgivenPipe fitting it's not livingLet the city have it allWith my handsI've built epic structuresWith my hands- my handsPromise lands suffocate in steel and mortarWith my hands- my hands'Cause it's a lost connectionSo this time I'll never leave
From Letras Mania