Red Red Meat
Carpet of Horses
Lit deep, tin dropsHalf the lights, shot outThe roof of your mouthBack in your hollow, odd habits, oddLidded, stoned and guardedYou never take that face down anymoreFever to sand, surgery lightsHead full of sin, shot outAbsinthe stutter, heaven knowsNeedles off the sandCarpet of horses from the planeShade fellShimmering flies in the pauses at your tableThe flesh on your back, sparrows swallowScratch their way down into youLidded, stoned and guardedIf you let it inFever to sand, surgery lightsHead full of sin, shot outAbsinthe stutter, heaven knowsNeedles off the sandCarpet of horses from the plane...
From Letras Mania