Saturday, January 8, 2011

the blackbird and the fox.

Little bit of smoke in the sky
it's late in the evening
and the end of the summer burns upon your skin

It's never too late to cry
or sleep with strangers
show you things that you've never seen
then I'll take you home

far below
the city burns

now they'll come as your friend and they'll warn
about all the rats in the barn
"come closer" and when they disarm
they'll ask you to sit in the front of the car

cold-blooded, but some like it freezing
I keep my blood in the bar
just when you've forsaken me
that's when I turn my blinders on

and I'll make 'em bleed for my baby bird

you are loved by me.
you are loved by me.

you are loved
by me.

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