The avenue is at it again,
with a mouth that swallows men,
and it fills my words with smoke and broke amen's.
She says "...we're filling up with embers
And the water tastes like timber
...but I try not to think about it now and then.
And if you're not whole,
I will stitch that shirt you're wearing.
And it will cover holes,
and stitch the skin you're wearing now and then."
with a mouth that swallows men,
and it fills my words with smoke and broke amen's.
She says "...we're filling up with embers
And the water tastes like timber
...but I try not to think about it now and then.
And if you're not whole,
I will stitch that shirt you're wearing.
And it will cover holes,
and stitch the skin you're wearing now and then."