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• Artiste: Sahara Smith
• Titre: Midnight Plane
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I’m scared of the cool river cause it drags a little deeper everyday, the last sight of a bruised freighter as it gives it’s broken body to the grave. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name, I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane. My skin is a dead language, A birthmark and a lexicon of scars. And when I go I’ll be unspoken, a breath between the streetlamps and the stars. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name, I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane. My heart is a firedancer and it’s spinning in a cold, cold space, and your eyes are the fire’s answer to the winter breathing darkly at the gates. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name, I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane. I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name, I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.