the reacharound

turns table over reach dandy little bassriffs up cold earth born and raised allt his wind with it all you're coming through and going like sandstorms- and how towers over stole brandished swords from waking hours midnight lines up for entrance in an alley (driunsk coming) hears the band hears them warming up oh they don't make them like that anymore, night i mean, so long ago so lined up leaned over sweaty palms up guitar necks fall swallows sweat jumps and screams a loud long last one and simpers out you dream (lost nights don't come signaling)

2003-12-23 | 11:43 a.m.
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