Dirty Projectors
The Highways is a Foggy Knife
The highway is a foggy knifeThrough night time hills I stand flickeringAt my brother's side And he says words I want to holdSeventh day adventers collideCry soft in the nightMetamorphoseIf she sounds like youShe's your daughterWobbling in gray with sweaty palmsYou shall be released, you shall be released
From Letras Mania