Sipping on airplane champagne Out of touch out of nice The summer burned my muse Or was it the Catholic church? It could have been the booze I washed my sins away in the river Then buried another bottle She blew in with the wind I had no idea I could be myself around her Love is bliss love is murder Which road to take, Im not sure I blew in with the wind Newborn, disoriented and torn Lead me to the water, and listen You will hear a sweet sweet song By an angel with stolen wings She shakes the leaves upon the cottonwood trees Blows away with the breeze This was once my town in another life I walked upon the oasis flowing ahead Across the rollercoaster highway I would like to take the time and thank all of the women, and men that built these mighty roads with their bare hands Off Out Along the Mogollon humming my mescalero song Chasing an amakua Perceptions shattered Witchcraft relapse The great wide open southwest I reside in Constantly moving amidst the ruins Speaking with spirits Swapping wisdoms and stories Of alien abductions Im sitting presidential sipping a session with a philosopher stone cold upon my jaw I could only guess the place where clouds are born
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 19:12:04 +0000
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