Blue streaked shellfish sinking low draws green of life
From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen
From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen
Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye
She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky
She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky
Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye
She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky
She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky
Tinfoil puddles, reflections of us steamed up the coming of dusk
Complaints to the gas board, turn out the light

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