sloughing off the skin of air are the scales of the coiling night
eyes in the hollows patient and cold
eyes in the patient hollow and cold
oh the mess when together we mistook one for a kite
play with your hands she said oh buster did I
sloughing off the skin of air are the scales of the coiling night
eyes in the hollows patient and cold
eyes in the patient hollow and cold
oh the mess when together we mistook one for a kite
play with your hands she said oh buster did I