Из альбома: The Practice of Joy Before Death
In luke chapter 11 verse 13 it says:
If you then, though you are evil...
Tar baked asphalt
Sweat lips suck salt
Creep towards the horizon
Patches thinning through
No one as pure as you
Shoulders dragging dead weight
Nothing I can relate
Got the Midas touch planted into
Dried up husk of day I slowly walk away
Road side road side road side road side road
Unwind undo sick and tired of all of my views
Cars making surf sounds
Close my lids the waves pound
Wade deep into the sea if I walk far enough maybe it wouldn't hurt so much
Road side road side road side road side road
Road side road side road side road side road
Unwind unspool unwind unspool unwind unspool
Unwind unspool unwind unspool
Unwind unspool