Vic Chesnutt
Warm
Warm, the body is warmThe muscles twitchThe posture compensatesAnd cold, the arrow is coldThe friction warms nothingBut the point is pureThe wound it is secureTrial by errorFollow a sunAnd the one we have will doWhat is the message on those gamma raysThat are a'penetrating youDo they say that the endIs a'coming soonOr do they say forget the sunWorship the moonBut whatever it is our pinhole prespectiveCannot a'translate sufficientlyBut any way, A or BYou know, it's alright with me
From Letras Mania