a bit of americana, too
lyrics: g. fischer
music: g.fischer/p. vernacki/ v. raskovic/s. popovic
|
no one likes being depressed, but so little we do to get out from it, like there is a peculiar appeal to this state
|
HOW COULD I FORGET
How could I forget...
The weeds, the trash, the steel hearts
Hidden under the junkyard
Giant wings would take me back
where I am safe and sound
Using cranes and using tholes
That are so much like your honey arms
That my tongue is sticking on
Like they are cold prison bars
How could I forget...
I wake up in the middle of the night,
soaken wet around my neck
take me back to where I have been
where I am safe and sound
Using cranes and using tholes
That are so much like your honey arms
That my tongue is sticking on
Like they are cold prison bars
x |
|
 |
|