Stop by a nightmare on a dark road today. Such a wind through his white hair,. Such a grin on his face.. His eyes were like distance and he bore into mine..
Drifter, what about her conversation?. Drifter, how about an explanation?. Where you go when you receive?. And why you never let her feed?. On all that truth you hold so dear.
This is how my heart heard. That little thing in tears, they call the truth. It said, "Be done with her, she's done with you". This is how my heart heard.
All the shadows blue, in the winter moon. The stars within the darkness. They remember you and they sorrow too. With all the winds that blow. . Every book you'd read, in the evening breeze.