Brisa Roche
Whistle
Eighteen coming like thunderPlatinum bangs and you underDriving high on the CliffsideBlack rocks bared by the low-tideVapor-girlThe hissing carBarely veilsYour fleet of starsPalm on kerosene lanternYou, curled soft as a kittenHitch-hike over the passesYou, queen of cutting classesVapor-girlThe hissing carBarely veilsYour fleet of starsCrossing north to the islandYour ringed fingers in my handPuppet-strings over ColtraneAt the twins in the grey rainVapor-girlLetras de cancionesThe hissing carVapor-girlThe hissing carBarely veilsYour fleet of stars
From Letras Mania