Letras:
Wintersleep New Inheritors

Heavy brains Heaving words In the twigs, in the dirt Cold, hard tongue against a glistening earth Blind high Blind high Blind high He was flat on his

What would you do? What would you do, If desperation called for you? What would you do? A big black cloud of smoke You can't crimp it by the jackal throat

That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastel summer dress You'd die alone with the land A hollow head in its hands But everybody does that But with

A terrible man, A desperate attempt to make amends, Wrote a song for a girl Who could not, but just imagine About something he read once About static

You're a righteous woman Let the breeze brush off your back Summer's salty fingertips My woman, let the meaning dislocate We are tongues and shoulder

it New inheritors of Earth New inheritors of Earth New inheritors of Earth New inheritors of Earth New inheritors of Earth New inheritors of Earth New