We're sleeping with sunburns,
chasing the moon-
need some maps to believe in
and for this curse to end soon.
Modern day gypsies;
leaping to fall-
cameras and mirrors
aint no forsight at all.
Galloping pirates,
stealing for the rush-
our sea is cobblestone
our spirits are crushed.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
We're sleeping with sunburns,
chasing the moon-
need some maps to believe in
and for this curse to end soon.
Modern day gypsies;
leaping to fall-
cameras and mirrors
aint no forsight at all.
Galloping pirates,
stealing for the rush-
our sea is cobblestone
our spirits are crushed.
October 21, 2012
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