Rivers of whisky Smokey cold air The moon is bleeding out These words that we share Your arms full of tattoos And I don’t belong To your road that has faded After staring at the sun too long Years pass us by Like blood dried under my fingernails And time is like a mad accordion Ticking away in a terrible note Ill throw you a life belt You’ll live through this tide You’ve done nothing wrong No reason to hide We’ll die in the morning Our hair like a storm Shoes that don’t fit No place to call home Years pass us by.
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