the colour you turn before you wake
by dawn
there was nothing left
but the highway
and the sea.
we had abandoned the thin
wall and the roadside
karaoke
washed up against a desperate
ocean many hours ago
on that cold road
i felt the hot breath
of a mexican woman
whispering in my ear:
i can always tell
where a man is going,
by where he's been.
there was nothing left
but the highway
and the sea.
we had abandoned the thin
wall and the roadside
karaoke
washed up against a desperate
ocean many hours ago
on that cold road
i felt the hot breath
of a mexican woman
whispering in my ear:
i can always tell
where a man is going,
by where he's been.
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