Here in mountains haven
throned with gods of every star
I spend borrowed moments wishing lady death lived less than far
If she would worm her way
to wells of heart
Without a claim to time
I would rip these roots of sorrow
Watered knowing I'm not mine
I would empty all the ash trays
of this suitty soul -I keep
Tell her it will make her whole
she says a grave will best me keep
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Here in mountains haven
throned with gods of every star
I spend borrowed moments wishing lady death lived less than far
If she would worm her way
to wells of heart
Without a claim to time
I would rip these roots of sorrow
Watered knowing I'm not mine
I would empty all the ash trays
of this suitty soul -I keep
Tell her it will make her whole
she says a grave will best me keep
