a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de 66 - allan hill

Loading...

light hits the lens like the sun hits the asphalt
in august on route 66
burning the skin of your arms off the bone
it’s just violence disguised as a kiss

hiding in cupboards and alleyways
haunted apartments
telephone calls that you missed

full sink in the kitchen
and trash in the driveway
learning the truth of impermanence the hard way
there is a level crossing cutting through main street
that hasn’t been used in a year
makes for a great spot to loiter past dark
where the wasters crack open a beer

those guys are me just a couple of months ago
sitting with legs folded over park avenue
digging through cellars with open hands
grasping at straws
grasping at uncertain plans

- allan hill

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...