Letra
Got a way out and climbed the highest mountaintop
Thought about walking down then took the jumping off
Grew some wings and flew away with ketamine
Looking back to her those days are like a bad dream
The pillow top spins a lot that's how the bottle talks
When you're raised on the south city sidewalks
Meant to call thought of all the things that I could never say
Today I'll try and find a way
Hitched a ride I-95 south from Zuccotti Square
To cut the cost get a job and save for airfare
I occupied the darker sides of our bureaucracies
I want to live long love and get left be
I hear you howling at the moon
But time will get here soon
Your black flower blooming on May Day
It's a seasonal thing just a log to sit on fire
I'm a seasonal man just a bird out on a wire
You're a seasonal friend with a heart so fine
You know love will never end it's a circle in time
Written by: The Dead Tongues
