Nothing Feels Good

Your hair pinned up in circles Worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature. Like two rafts knotted and ju- knotted and still where sound is lost and found. But I fear it's all just coming back to me. And I fear that it's all just coming b

Down the ferry, our eyes eager for Indians, Down the ferry with wild Irish you never know where you are. And you never know our eyes, eager for Indians. Down the ferry with wild eyes even lately. Where you're wearing a dirty coat of sound. 专辑:Nothing

I don't know east texas from Louisiana. And I don't know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight. And Indianapolis. Summers in park and recreation pools, and carsick vacations in size eleven in "I'm going to heaven" shoes. I don't know god; I don'