Frost in the morning Dog barking Emptied the trash Lit my cig
Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium
Back in the days Hands on deck Struck in my head I don't know why
Licking my lips Still tastes like your lip Licking my lips Still tastes like your lip
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out Just starting out in the world of pandemonium
As I come down from the up above I know the ones are gone from here Uncrowned life A westbounds sign I saw deerhounds running wild again Again Again Again