Lullaby (Mountain) by The Acorn
I, I will wash over you
I
Oh, the life you lead
Leads you to distraction
Confusing your desires
With
so they say only good wine leaves a stain
on the
I looked up and picked out a map in the
i can see your years in my reflection
dancing cracks embedded
No lack of evidence
Or a lasting impression
All the love I
Lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
where seven-headed serpents
You always knew what you wanted
in fact you always fawn
There's a river that parts the valley of this town,
Basking in low gravity, in a fog.
Wilting in your levity.
Whitewashing
lost in colors
painted with silver dice
printed on fading sheets
with yellows,
Let me make you an offer
Take the glass from this
A thousand points of light
Are flowing through the streets
Painting streaks
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