A summer night. I find a boat. Tied to a tree. A normal home. . She lost her string. And stepping in. I push the shore there. An act of stealth. . A troubled glad without a voice.
Demonstrate I was. raised from the start. By a priest and. the maid on the part.. Still know what. to wear on my back:. Michigan!. Ponshewaing!. Cadillac!.
Oh God, hold me now. Oh Lord, hold me now. There's no other man who could raise the dead. So do what you can to anoint my head. . Oh God, where are you now?.
I'm drawn to the blood. The flight of a one-winged dove. How? How did this happen?. How? How did this happen?. The strength of his arm. My lover caught me off guard.
I'm drawn to the blood. The flight of a one-winged dove. How? How did this happen?. How? How did this happen?. The strength of his arm. My lover caught me off guard.
Spirit of my silence I can hear you. But I'm afraid to be near you. And I don't know where to begin. And I don't know where to begin. Somewhere in the desert there's a forest.
Spirit of my silence I can hear you. But I'm afraid to be near you. And I don't know where to begin. And I don't know where to begin. Somewhere in the desert there's a forest.
Shall we beat this or celebrate it?. You're not the one to talk things through. You checked your text while I masturbated. Manelich, I feel so used. Found myself on Spencer's Butte.
Shall we beat this or celebrate it?. You're not the one to talk things through. You checked your text while I masturbated. Manelich, I feel so used. Found myself on Spencer's Butte.