Oh
don't let the wind
change the way
of your arteries and veins.
Oh
let the travels you made
have gone okay;
I hope you didn't sit quietly
on the train.
Oh
have people changed
you?
The things you used to say
made it worth the way
I came.
Oh
let showers under stars
lift up those prison bars.
Refuse to let life char
you.
Just drown down with me into the salt marsh.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Oh
don't let the wind
change the way
of your arteries and veins.
Oh
let the travels you made
have gone okay;
I hope you didn't sit quietly
on the train.
Oh
have people changed
you?
The things you used to say
made it worth the way
I came.
Oh
let showers under stars
lift up those prison bars.
Refuse to let life char
you.
Just drown down with me into the salt marsh.
