She wore a black tiara. rare gems upon her fingers. and she came from distant waters. where northern lights explode. to celebrate the dawning. of the new wastes of winter.
Would you join a slow marching band?. And take pleasure in your leaving. as the ferry sails and tears are dried. and cows come home at evening.. . Could you get behind a slow marching band?.
Take you away for my magic ship.. I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud.. Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire. as the summer lightening cuts the sky like a hot wire..