Sunday Noises Paroles

Paroles de Sunday Noises

the violins collide into a rabbit chase a lost try lay easy now in warmer hours and steal back the century the open window lets it in sunday noises scratch you awake our mice and skulls old wives projected on the black sand thin my blood california if we ever get to home plant myself among the weeds and pray the violins collide into a rabbit chase of careful words plant you deep down in the clay