Tigers Jaw
Lodging
Diane, I know that I'm just a baby.I've found the door, it makes sense to me.In my room with curtains drawn. In my world, there's something wrong.Black timing, I see the truth.In my lodging, I've thought it through.and I suppose you put the needle on the record.When there's a setting sun, it takes strength to remember. The aftermath, the smiling bag.That the lodge is black.Where's Pulaski at?Where's Jacobi at?I was told, twenty years ago,on the Northern shore, Bob unfolds.No more, I implore.
From Letras Mania