sjsufer

Would you be the wind
To blow me home?
Would you be a dream
On the wings of a poem?

outloud - dispatch

To see a badger and a one eyed toad
they didn't say a word, they just looked at me
With that wise old look of the old, yeah

flying horses - dispatch

And if the hook sets in
The bottom of our lungs
We'll rip it out and
Lick the blood off with our tongues

this is not an exit - saves the day

I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood

as your ghost takes flight - saves the day

But even the most beautiful of all roses
Must someday crumble to dust and fade away.
It’s certain tragedy.

certain tragedy - saves the day

sorry theyre all just too good