Eternal Summers
Silver
Hippopotamus at my funeralDig, dip me deeper down Water BuffaloHair and my fingernails they are growingWhat can I take with me Silver Herring?O forbid it Lord that I should boastOf time spent silent as a ghostHands and my fingertips they can't bury meWhat can I take with me can I take with me?Grip is loosened, fist unfurledMy departure from the world
From Letras Mania