letra de howl - mamuse
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what lives below this granite crust
flourescent moss and rose-tinted brush
mid-afternoon
the season is early winter
the larch are gold and becoming, on a northern slope
my feet dangle over the edge
will you throw me a rope
they say that it’s an indian summer
and ‘though i’m tired of being the wind
i’m howlin’ again
oooh, ahhh. .
i listen for the owls breaking
of midnight bones
i listen for the messages that speak
from my own
and ‘though i don’t know what time it is
i know i am alone
and ‘though i’m tired of being the wind
i’m howlin’ again
oooh, ahhh
the sky is sighing snow
i’m singing in harmony
take a bit of refuge
beneath an old weathered tree
and slowly, slowly i befriend the wind
ooh, ahh
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